To Be Or Not To Be

The breath that fills my lungs is an escape in itself.

The air that reaches me is the drug.

I stop, then I go through withdrawals.

I can stop myself from reaching my true divine destination.

I have the power to end it all,

It’s a waiting game.

I wait and wait

It helps when I’m in pain.

It pushes me closer.

Carries me over.

I’ve almost crossed the bridge many a times.

I’ve almost breathed my last breath alone

At night.

When I’m alone,

When I glance at my very hands.

I feel the power.

I sense the choice.

Here?

Now?

Later?

When?

Me?

Them?

It?

Why?

As of now I am alive

The reason?

Fear.

The reason I rather die?

Fear.

The reason I choose?

Them.