surrounded

A room full of people I see,
all of whom walk right by me.
Friends and family aplenty,
and yet its just me and a cup of tea.

Lots of people stop and say hi,
but then continue to walk by.
I have no more tears to cry,
just a hope that I may die.

I live each day for something new,
A dream, a hope, something to do.
I wish that the sky would not be so blue,
that the world was in pain too.

I try to breathe and try,
I cant help but wonder why.
I listen to the birds in the sky,
and wonder when will I die.

Another day goes away,
another breeze with no sway.
A sun with no shining rays,
to chase the clouds away.

I lay here at night awake,
Just more time for me to think.
I try to find a reason to blink,
as I stand on the edge of the brink.

One breath at a time,
as this hill I do climb.
Now I am at the edge of mine,
a last toll of the chime.

Falling to the pit of abyss,
searching for that long lost kiss.
The path is easy and lacks bliss,
for this is the end of all of this.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Chronos, in the year 631 AF.