Waking Up From A Failed Suicide

Loneliness keeps creeping in
Feelings of desperation
Crippling depression
Can’t bring myself to hide anymore

The illusion of wanting to help myself or others is fading rapidly
Falling off the fucking deep end
Trapped in a conscious state but paralyzed.
Drowning in this hell

Running out of options
Aim for rock bottom just to see how deep it goes
Hoping to land face first on an unforgiving surface

Waking up from a failed suicide

A lump in my throat and my eyes crusted shut.
Limbs are unresponsive and there's no one here to visit.