Tired. Tired of it all.

How can I be sure it is worth it, when I cannot see the end.
Don't tell me I need not worry.
When all I can think of is how I've done wrong.
You who say we are not perfect expect me to be.
Mirror mirror be silent.
I cannot bear to look at you..

Sustenance is such an elusive thing. Fleeting, I might add.
Fingers cannot wrap around it, how then do I feed off it?
May depression be momentary. I've got no time to lose.

Time. We're all out of time.