- exhausted weakling...

Ideations of self-destruction

Grow even though it's known

This is not a viable option.

Imagination plays it over

And visualizes the sought

Peace as if this'd bring it.

Realization is still around

That this is plainly untrue,

Yet my mind won't let go.

It wants out and asserts

Its position on this matter,

Yanking me to follow suit.

And I find myself wanting

To desperately comply, and

Make it as painful as can be.

Ruminations on a bloody

Exit overtake every moment

While holding back's waning.

Ideations of self-destruction,

Annihilation of my existence,

Termination of pathetic self,

An end to all manners of pain,

It's all that takes a life of its

Own and waits on me to act.

Pushing, shoving me around,

Insisting it's the only way...

In time, it might very well win.