When will this be over

Everyone getting married,everyone’s moving on with their life but me I feel feel like life is not moving,like I’m stuck in a bubble,like I’m stuck under a rock… my lungs are filling up,my breathe is getting slower I feel as if I want to give out..

I want out of this murder scene just kill me already,truth or dare type of shit… eany meeny miny mo it’s my turn now…

I want out.

Out like a light out like I never existed out like I I never wished I got into writing…

It’s cold and empty in my soul to be it’s cold and empty please just let me be.

Be scared and alone be scared and all on my own… I feel as if my voice is cracking, my skin is cold as ice,my eyes are bloodshot as if I just smoked a joint…..

As a matter of fact give me that joint, give me another shot,give me another fuckin life to live because quite frankly my time is running out and i just left with a whole lot of doubt…..