Riddle XXXVI

Couldn't survive,

   Unintoxicating post obesity (depression) traumatic universe ache stumbling into a dreamless sleep, Heavy is the weight of carrying the sandcastling, Paranoid that the world's individualistic hope is exclusively carried by... And so slit harbinger wrist alone in the tub clottlessly dying as a self obsessed centerless energy in the universe of so endlessly many, Is the only choice besides intoxication to exist... I'll choose...

In lieu of my participation in,
Dying... Tomorrow...
Or today...
Please,
Don't panic.
Appreciate the gravity,
Of this escape!