Crashing Poem by Chaotic Life aka Curly Mer

How easy it is to kill myself
and in many different ways too.
I am sitting here trembling, my body giving up
my world crashing down
as streams of tears race down my face
my eyes bloodshot and huge
with my chest pumping in and out
forcing oxygen into my dying soul.
I’ve had it. I have had it!
I hate myself,
there is no more denying.
I can’t live like this anymore.
I am constantly falling,
but the worst part is that I never land.
I just keep falling and falling and falling!
What is the use of my life if that is all I do?
I am so tired, so freaking tired, of it all.
I just want to be happy.
God, can you give me that?