Hanging.On

I reluctantly bite my tongue every horrible minute of every day. Why do thing's only ever get worse and worse at an amazing pace? It's like someone is out to drive me crazy into a suicidal rage. I don't deserve this... I don't think. Just when things start to look better for a moment, as I manage to maintain an acceptable mood, bad news follows, burying me even deeper than before. All my walls have caved in and I will never be able to crawl my way out. There is no where to go from here. I'm stuck. I give up. Whoever you are, you win.. I give in. I've fought for as long as I could.. for my fifteen years to keep growing, but I don't know how much more I can take in. I've already taken my steps to the edge several times.. When will my bit of luck run out? When will I finally fall from this darkness to the end? I'm left here with no grasp on anything, barely managing to hang on. The harsh winds are blowing so aggresively, placing so much importance into my balance. The constant rain pours on top of me, weighing me down even more... I'm about to let go.