It's bad

The attempt at escape was valiant.
I was sure I made it out alive,
and now the original assailant,
makes me want to cry.
I thought I got away,
from the pain i felt inside,
but its getting stronger every day,
and makes me want to die.
Suicidal I am not,
I would just like to stop living.
Painlessly,
make it all go away.
I know there will come a day,
when again I will be happy.
But in this fragile state,
the question is will i make it through.
Make it through this low spot,
where i feel like there is no light,
no path for me to follow,
no will for me to live.
When did this stop being a poem,
and rather a plea for sanity.
When did it all stop making sense?
and my strength slip away from me.
I can only stay so long,
in the normal life every day lead,
sometimes I really wonder,
if eventually,
some one will find me dead.