In short

I don’t know how.

More and more

I feel less and less

Optimistic about life

And the need to keep living.

Physically

I am not at death’s door

But mentally

I am devoid and destitute

My mind is active

But I feel crippled with my brain.

Feeling increasingly hopeless

With nothing left to give

What is the use

Of continuing to survive

In a world

Which so often seems

Hell bent on its destruction

And all therein.

Darkness

The cold chill of the nether world

Crowds in

Pressing on my soul

That is ever more sinking in despair

In terms of personal selfishness

My will to live

Is almost gone.

No longer

Do I live for myself.