I don't see the point

In living anymore

I'm not contributing

I'm just here

Miserable

Broken

Lonely

Sad

It just seems so easy

To pull the rope tighter

To swallow the pills

To make the jump

To pull the trigger

But I can't. 

What of my mother?

My father?

My sister?

My brothers?

It would make them cry

The dogs won't understand

Why I'm not there anymore

So I'll keep on living

My useless

Sad

Broken 

Miserable life

Because I can't find it in me

To end it all.