I find myself drowned in the wretched sorrows of my past.
I lay here dying and suffocating ever so slowly, never fast.
My mind has become a war zone to the most atrocious of thought.
Lash out physically at the unseen, my wake people hurt, the ones I fought.
I'm defective, broken and torn.
I'm used, battered and worn.
I find it harder each day to find a reason to fight.
I see my world being slowly consumed by darkness, where is my light?
I am growing sick of the constant pain.
Timeless, everlasting catastrophe of emotion I can't contain.
I feel my hearts will to beat beginning to fade.
I should just give in to the call, let myself die and in my sorrows, my lifeless body will wade.
The power of the mind.