Sometimes it becomes so hard to write, my mind
                  j       U m    ps  all over the place. My heart
keeps beating and beating on, but the thunderous roar
has d
            r
                o
                    p
                        p
                            e
                                 d    and I'm not sure whether it will come back.
I can't combat these scribbled thoughts and devilish eyes any longer,
my mind has become a JuMBled M   E S S.

I can't finish the sen..... sometimes
and it gets too hard to breathe, like the air inside my lungs

have just disappeared.

I can't sleep, and the sheep I'm counting are taunting me.
The darkened rings around my eyes shy away from light,
because I am done.

I am done.
I am slowly decaying.
I am slowly slowly decaying
I am...slo.... dec..ing.

And I just want it all to **STOP!