Life

It is relentless. It stalks. It never lets go. It holds me down. It chokes me. It makes me alone. It kicks my ribs. It strips flesh from bone. It holds me prisoner. It is everywhere and it keeps me nowhere. I want to be someone else. I wish I was never born. It kills me over and over and keeps air in my lungs and blood pumping in my veins. For what. For nothing. I shouldn’t be here, I never wanted to be here. It is relentless and vicious and never ending.