Everyone has felt those hot tears,

Those tears that stream from a broken heart and fading soul,

A soul still flickering, but caught under a drip that means to extinguish,

A constant drip of pain and hurt that pools under that flame,

Pools so perilous and deep you try to hide them, 

The waters long since gone cold.

So cold your mind, body, and soul have grown numb,

Numb to all the pain and stimuli you told yourself you no longer can handle.

So much to handle, you choose to make a hard decision,

A decision so heavy to carry you can only beg for help,

Help to alleviate the pain you feel,

You know, the pain you never asked for.

But then again, when you ask for help, all they say is:

“It'll all get better, eventually.”

But “eventually” takes too long. You need answers now.

Answers to problems: a busy street, shady person, or fatal disease can fix,

A fix that would no longer make it your fault,

A fault that you won't need to worry about when you leave,

Because when you leave, there won't be a...

A guilt to live with.

A problem to fix,

Questions to answer,

An eternity to wait,

A reason to ask for help,

A pain to hide.

A reason to feel,

A choice to make,

A weight to carry,

A void to fill,

A coldness to endure,

Thoughts to collect,

A schedule to maintain or stressors that follow,

A mental state that means to cripple you,

Tears to dry,

Or people to pretend for.

It'll just finally be over...

And in the end, no one can be mad at me,

For something I didn't do.