A/N: I wrote this while in a dark place. I don't know why this came to mind, but feedback would be most appreciated.
Something Higher
Every moment I exist...
I fight my own desires.
Lost to the abyss...
Forged by melancholy fires.
Why do I resist?
Hanging on a wire...
I could slice my wrist
To make me something higher.
A/N: I don't write poetry often, so tell me how it was.