Sometimes I envy them⏤
those who took their own lives.

I don’t have that courage.
So I only hope
that this breath will be my last.

Disappointment finds me,
every time I open my eyes.
The sun rises,
dragging me back into this world
that feels more like a cage.

I don’t live⏤I just breathe.
And if I could choose,
I would stop.

I desire to escape,
but I have nowhere to run.

Do you know how it feels?
To be an alien in your own skin?
To search for yourself in a shattered mirror
and find only fragments staring back?

Do you know how it feels?
To drown in emotions
you don’t even understand⏤
to suffocate
without ever touching water?

I am tired.
Exhausted.
Let me drift into an eternal slumber,
where the void swallows all.

And if not⏤
then let me sleep a little longer.
Put me in a coma.

Please,
just let me disappear
for a while.