Aways fighting..

Who could get rid of this eternal hell?
The world seems to have stopped.
Alone with my thoughts.there is none.
Why should I care? fact that I exist?
For which cause so much pain when I try to heal?
Why not give it all up by still mourning?
I do not understand what is with me .. I can end it all ...
And give the much-desired freedom but why not do it?
Fear of being judged to find what he sought?
Maybe I want something but I'm just afraid ..
I repress more ..

the times when I fall I can get up alone, most know someone who will extend his hand to me, because no one is alone.
I know that no one can stop me now.
Because I found strength in my weakness.