Fallen

I have fallen into

Depression, hate, and anger.

So I rise and fall again,

This time into

Feeling nothing, and feeling everything.

I want to die, I feel

The innate need to:

I stray away from the action

Since the idea is not appealing.

I have not begun,

Barely lived at all.

My time on Earth hasn't

Been long enough, yet,

Enough at the same time.

Hence, I rise above everything

Negative once more, trying

To have peace, comfort, gratefulness.

Or is it happiness I am trying to achieve?

Regardless of what I do, though -

I keep falling.

I continue spiraling out of control.

So, finally, my emotions -

They have gracefully

Died

Out.