Falling

Your eyes are watching me. Staring out accusingly. What is it I have done to bring all of this on myself? My stomach churns with anxiety. I just don't think I can give the world all that it wants. It's such a cruel existence being here. This life holds me prisoner, yanking me about with it's every whim. I stare down into the abyss and I want to jump. Just give this struggle up. It's too difficult and I'm not strong enough.