Life's a bitch and then you die

I'm so far gone. I've lost my self in the ocean, and I've forgotten how to swim.

I have so many possibilities, so many chances to take. But I have lost my words and my will.

Nothing matters no more. No day has a meaning. Every night is a horror, each morning a fight.

I used to like the sunrise. I used to love the word tomorrow. Now the next day is only one day closer to the end.

I fear life, I fear death. I am scared to open my eyes and face the new day.

Living is struggling for air and freedom. Dying is to finally be free to not take another breath.