Will I Fall Tomorrow?

My selfishness
makes it
impossible
to give.

My immaturity
makes it
impossible
to live.


Being
gregarious
makes me
my own martyr.

Earning a
precarious
psychosis,
none the smarter.


Normal life
you
make it
with such ease.

Addiction
you
seem to be
such a tease.


Did I fall
today
or will
I fall tomorrow?

Death's embrace
takes away
such
pain and sorrow.


Misery
coupled
with agony
makes life
distorted.

Given
the choice
I would've
remained
aborted.


Linger
here
please,
just for a moment.

Alone,
forgotten,
and damned,
my finest atonement.