. Ok, I admit it... By Ross e f Lombardi. . Ok, I admit It. I admit that I am struggling a little bit. I admit I am bruising my own soul a little bit. I admit that I am flirting with the void a little bit  . Ok, I can see it. I can see the value in numbness. I can understand a longing for this nightmare to stop. I can feel the seduction of 'self-ending'.  . Ok. I admit that I Do want it. I DO want to quit. I DO want to end. I DO want the comfortable cloth of forever nothingness. . Ok, I'll try it. Try Just a little. Try, To walk, Just a little bit. Try, To notice random street strangers in their lives. Just a tiny bit. Try, To hold on just a bit longer, Just a bit. . I can't keep doing this forever. Forever is too large, Too big, Too impossible to do. . Ok, I admit that I can't do forever. No one could! No one is that strong! In the face of this sickness. It cannot be done! Definitely not a weak shity wuss like me! . But maybe I can go down swinging? But maybe I can...