Hollow

Sing me your melody of pure antipathy...
 
Your words...
 
They pierce my rigid exterior, causing me to judge my own purpose...
 
What is the point of this struggle...
 
So sick of these dogged headaches...
 
So sick of these fading memories, that only enrage me even more...
 
Do I continue this depressing cycle...do I continue to live such a heart wrenching reality...
 
I choose not to...I wish for a painful demise...
 
The blade no longer yearns for my blood, the rope wishes not to wrap around my neck...
 
I no longer attempt to eat, I no longer attempt to work...
 
And I am no longer attempting to finish this poem...
 
If anyone here has the strength to kill me...then my soul will be forever in your debt...