The night I fell, the world turned gray, A choice to end, to slip away. The rope, the pill, the fleeting call, Yet breath returned—I didn’t fall.Now shame’s a shroud that clings too tight, Its claws dig deep in endless night. I’m here, but cursed, a living ghost, Haunted by what I wanted most.The mirror shows a fractured soul, Each scar a mark of lost control. Guilt whispers low, “You failed at this,” A life I spurned, yet still exists.The days drag on, a heavy chain, Each step a fight through gnawing pain. I’m trapped in thoughts that won’t release, A mind at war, no hope of peace.The world looks on with judging eyes, Their silent stares weave crueler lies. I’m here, but lost, a broken shell, Surviving hell, yet still in hell.No light breaks through, no warmth I find, Just echoes trapped within my mind. I live, but bear the weight of when, I begged the dark to let me end