Poems for sad people

Poem two

There was always a moment,

A split second where I'm ready to give up.

Where I think is it all worth it?

Are the fleeting feelings of happiness and contentment worth the pain and sorrow I feel otherwise?

Do I want this for myself?

Do I want to try harder, or do I want to give up.

And every time I choose the same.

I always choose to act like I'm going to get better.

And then don't.

But this time I'll choose differently.

This time I'll give up.

I wanna see what giving up feels like.

I want to see something different.

I want to see something.

I want to see anything.

I just want to get out of this loop.

There has to be another way out.

But will I be here long enough to find it?

Can I stay long enough to find it?