My Epiphany

My pointless existence will soon come to an end
With the withdrawal of the last breath of hope I have
The realisation that I am alone and will be forever dawns slowly
As does the awakening of what I must do to overcome that "future"

I am what determines my fate
And without knowing who I am, my fate is not known
Struggling to find who I am and what I am supposed to be and do
Is the only way I can free myself from this pain and suffering

But the path to my liberty is too hard to walk alone
I am surrounded by obstacles I don't wish to tackle on my own
I will not ask for help, I am not used to that
Nor am I comfortable with the idea of needing help

I know I am weak, I know I am not good enough
Seeking assistance will be to admit that I could never be my own man
That I could never be better than I am right now
What's the point in succeeding, if I cannot do it on my own.