Melancholy

It's a silent whisper at the back of my head.

Is my existence really a mess?

There's a loud like thunder screaming, rambling;
I'm nothing but crap.

Should I even be breathing?

There's a sweeter voice with a devil like tone saying stop trying to stop it baby just let the blood flow away...

Cut deeper into your veins.

Should I even be living?

Then there's this singing in my mind. It's like a nightingale so I go towards it.

It says softly,
Don't let go just hold on good will come along and you deserve it.

Should I even be cutting?

and then BAM! there's a fire there's a wave it comes crashing right down as my castle tumbles down and the only voices screaming are the dark one's loud and loud.

They say :

LET GO

GO AWAY

SLIT IT RIGHT NOW

JUMP OFF THE ROOF

NOBODY CARES

YOUR BROKEN PIECES NO ONE NEEDS TO DEAL WITH

YOUR JUST AN UNWANTED OVERRATED ACT.

GO ON

GIVE UP

GO ON

GIVE UP

COME ON

GIVE UP

JUST GIVE UP!

And yet one last time I ask myself.

Should

I

Even

Be

Breathi--