I can't help you 

I'm on he verge of my own 

Anxious 

Meltdown...

I want to cry 

But the tears 

Simply will not come to my eyes 

I sit here

With my head in my hands

Wishing

I

Was

Never

Born.

Why am I even here?

Did my spirit try to leave this earth

Only to fall back into another poor body?

Am I another victim of Life's cruel game

Of hide and seek?

I quit 

I'm sick of the game

And all of its dramas and eccentricities

Yet it entices me

Maybe that's why I keep coming back

I hate it and I love it

Oh god do I ever love this game

But I don't want to play right now.