Death Is Not The Answer

As I look at the drops I faint.
They never seem to be satisfied.
Neither do I.
I just keep falling.
They keep pushing me.
Pushing.
Falling.
Down. Down. Down.
Gravity could never be hated by me more than I do now.
Even when I am having fun.
This THING destroys my happiness.
But the worst feeling of all.
Is when your mind.
Is the thing that leads you.
To the thing that says.
Boom.
Or Cut.
Or that sound of a tightening rope.
When your heart is drowning.
It just continues to sink in.
And you have to stop yourself.
From doing the worst thing possible.
Then you start to feel sick.
You have headaches.
You puke your guts out.
Even when nothing comes out.
When you care to much about your future.
And you want a chance on a good life.
You stop yourself from death.
But other times you realize.
That you wouldn’t be in suffering.
Unless your in Hell.
Stop.
Just Stop.
Death.
Is Not.
The answer.
And never will be.