Falling

 
I caught myself falling again. Wondering if this depression I feel will forever hold me by the neck.

Squeezing tighter with every breath that it takes. Suffocating me with the thought of failure, that which constantly creeps into my subconscious.

Holding back the tears from slowly falling down my cheek. Keeping me in a half sleep and half awake daze.

Pondering if this life is worth the pain of being bound to this world, when I could end it now, releasing myself to drift away into a haze.