Last breath before drowning.

I only see one line among the twine.
Not the thickest.
Not the brightest.
There's a sign that it's breaking.
I might fall.
I want to break down and sit in one corner for the rest of my life.
I really do.
If I knew this was what I had to endure.
Some low-life, miserable effort.
To inspire me to work hard.
But I know it'll just come crashing down.
Like all the failures that weren't worth mentioning before.