Baskadia

Never a priority only an option

Never was I chosen first, not even did I choose me.

Why do I keep lingering, when I can choose not to exist.

To breathe, not live, a level I've reached and exceeded.

Now all there is, Is a wish to sleep

Be in a dream I won't wake from

Part from the living into nothingness

Might be bliss and might not be

Lived in nothing but hell, living I wish not to continue,not anymore.