No Title Poem by James Sebastiani

When does it end? I guess the decision is mine?
Every day, my mind is in decline,
Today, tomorrow, I battle with my past,
I don't know how much longer I can last.
I'm tired, exhausted, I long for a solution,
i want to be happy, i want resolution,
from this living hell, this daily purgatory,
a peaceful end, to this horror story,
inevitably, it come to us, one and all,
but each day i punish myself, bang my head against the wall,
prolonging the pain, i feel i deserve it,
i want to give in, i want to submit,
but invisible hands hold me back, from the edge of the abyss,
people who love me, those who will miss,
but i can't let them in, for fear of rejection,
all i need, all i desire, is genuine, pitiless, true love, and affection.....