I started thinking of unwanted things
I am tired
I want to quit
I want to disappear
I want to die
I can't die
I can't disappear
I can't quit
I can't be tired
I should not think of unwanted things
That person is me
And it can also be you
Caught up in a fight within one's self
Struggling to be free of the battle that only you can fight
You see me here
I don't see it here
I seem to be lost in an invisible ocean surrounding me, making me suffocate but must not
Letting me breathe but seems to tolerate much to keep me alive just to torture me
But I must not think of this, or my life will be really just nothing
But a play that maybe God or a Higher Being is enjoying to watch
I am not an atheists because I think this way
I believe in a creator but life has so much to offer
And the offer has been for the fortunate ones
Why does life have unfortunate ones?
If balance is real
Then evil is real
But why is that?
I am tired
But I must not