What’s stopping you?

I have a mean to end it all.
Painlessly.
Yet, I can’t do it.

Indeed, those before me.
Were cowards, not at all.

I am not mercurial.
But I know, somehow.

I’m too tired to follow through.
This existence seriatim.

I look skyward,
and see nothing.
“Show yourself, You coward”.
Indeed, I was shouting
in the wrong direction.

I have a choice,
between lost eyesight,
or continuing a decadent existence.

I wish I could’ve somehow,
fight against our fall.
If only they know,
how much I love them.