Ending the misery

Every passing minute makes me think,

How long have I been standing on deaths brink.

All it will take is a small push to the back,

To end the person who is just a useless sack.

What I have been feeling day in and out,

Is the suppressed emotions I want to shout out.

I have become something that I have come to loath,

I feel stuck at a place without the chance of growth.

The sooner I end the story so gloomy,

There is no longer any light visible to me.

Everyone would be better off without my presence,

Let’s just sleep forever forgetting the consequence.