This is Me

Raw emotion, mainly thoughts. No rhythm and no rhyme.

What am I feeling?
I feel agony and insanity.
I feel pain as I slip off the edge.

What am I saying?
I'm screaming and choking on tears.
I'm whispering words that only increase my fears.

What am I thinking?
I think I'm worthless, treating myself like shit.
I think this is pathetic, asking myself why I get out of bed.

What am I doing?
I'm losing myself in the Hell I've entered.
I'm isolating myself as crowds swarm around me.

What am I?
I'm a falling angel reaching out for anything I can possibly grab.
I'm a teenager begging to bathe in freedom before my day to die arrives.