Reasons

But it is you that keeps me from dying.


The weight of my failures would drag me deeper
through the molten flames of my passing.

I fear that on my way down
the enormity of my weakness
would send me crashing through the bottom of the pit itself.

That I would bypass hell altogether,
undeserving even of eternal punishment
for all I failed to do. No, I would find only nothingness at the bottom. 


And in that nothingness
I would finally forget you.

A fate so torturous,

so horrifying,


that I am left with only one option:.

To once again take the coward’s way out
and live