Crashing into the shores

I am not at all perfect. I know that. I don't believe in myself one bit. I am so insecure, guys. I don't know what exactly is wrong with me. I have felt this way for a while now. i don't even know why I bother living such a pitiful life, you know? It's just so pointless right now.

In the end, whose choice should it be?
To live or die?
To exist or disappear?

Everyone dies at a point;
Run from death for as long as you can.
But in the end,
Death wins the race.

To end in mid race,
be it cowardly or be it brave?

The game is rigged,
No matter what; you don't stand a chance.

Make the choice,
It's in your hands.

Death will be waiting,
make your choice.
Will you lose in the end,
or drop out halfway through?

~ I call this "The Race"

Thoughts consuming,
Eating me inside.

Can barely breathe,
or stand to be.

I exist;
Without a choice.

Trapped,
With no way out.

Make it stop,
This voice inside my head.

A prisoner of my own mind.
I'm forced to listen.

There's no way out;
I can't run nor hide,
when the person
that I fear most is me.

~ I call this one, "Jail"