A Solution To Be Debated

It's taking off like a plane, 

Then suddenly I have to jump when I am not ready, 

Not willing; not my intentions at all;;

Falling downward, 

being drug down

As if it has my ankle and won't let me go, 

Won't let me move. 

It's become an obligation, instead of a voluntary choice. 

It's become a poison venom, slowly killing me inside. 

There is nothing to do and nothing to lose

Except for the weight that holds me down...

I don't want all the things that people say to be true

But, it's true,

I want to say goodbye, 

I want this feeling to stop, 

I don't want it anymore.