Let me die

Sometimes I almost feel I'm ready to leave this place , be at peace and let my mind slide from life.

Sometimes I feel like that but I feel for life more than that , it's silly and I beckon at my own thoughts.

Honestly I didn't even know i would come this far , or survive any of it to be fair.

My colourful , colourful coat , I burn you over and over again , I mix you with joking colours and do circus acts.

You're my best friend , colours and life , yet I fight you all the time , until I'm almost death itself.

I guess this is why I'm so close to death , and so close to the edge , it's a fighting reality.

Of am I joke to you? Or am I colourful to you?

Does it even matter , when loneliness cradless me , like the clothing I call my skin.

How can I begin to care what breaths are taken from me , when I'm to busy counting to realise , you broke me.

And I will always love , even when I'm incapable but I won't even fall to the mercy of my own fear.

Fear won't live here , so let me surrender and let me die.