Philosophical

I’m tired of feeling broken 
Of feeling like I’ve failed, 
My mind works tirelessly 
Spinning a web of ideas 
Meant to help, but they don’t. 
Their all decades ahead of Possibility 
So far away they’ll be long forgotten 
When science catches up 
What good is help no one can use? 
 
The weight of my failures crushes my spine 
Steals my confidence like a brazen thief 
Walking up and ripping off your bag 
And gloating as he disappears into the night, 
Waking up in the morning is like 
Ringing Death’s doorbell and trying, 
To run away… just barely escaping 
 
I’m starting to think 
It’s time to give up.

Giving Up