Poetry

My heart quivers.
My mind shivers.
My soul wants to leave.
My eyes refuse to see.
Hands no longer feel.

To rest in my eternal slumber is what i wish.
To see , feel, taste, smell, and hear nothing and lose  consciousness.
The will to live has simply sucked out of me.
I fought against the world and lost my sef in everything i had seen.

To see, feel, taste, smell ,and hear nothing.
That lone thought is nothing yet something.
There are difference between wanting to wake up and not wanting to live.
To face no hardship no torture yet to feel like you hold the burden of the world.