You are stuck.

What's more dangerous? The thought or the gun?

You are stuck.
Stuck between ending it and living.
Your feelings and emotions are non existent.
You are numb.
You feel everything but nothing all at the same time.
You feel absolutely empty.
And it hurts like hell.
It's the worst feeling.
Should you end it? Or should you keep fighting?
Should you seek help? Or let it rip you apart piece by piece?
You are stuck.
Stuck between a brick wall and a rock.
Contemplating every move
Every sound.
Every noise.
Because nothing in this world feels right anymore.