What Could It Be?

Do you have moments, where you can’t imagine a future?

You’re lying there, staring at the

Same walls

Same ceilings

Same words

With nothing but the same feelings-

Empty and pale,

Like there’s no reason to go on,

When you can’t even do enough to fail.

The future is coming, but you don’t want to be in it,

Can’t imagine yourself in it.

Where you just want to stop.

Everything.

And just sit there for a while.

Maybe not death, as that’s too permanent,

But something close to it.

When you can feel the rope around your neck,

The razor on your wrist,

The way the pills taste.

You can imagine it, and you aren’t sure if it’s what you want,

But it feels to be surrounded by those mounts.

Maybe it's depression or maybe the boredom of life,

I want to live again,

As I lived through till this age of ice.