I’ve prayed, I’ve begged, I’ve cried “God please take this darkness from me or just let me die.” My mind is a prison, inside or torture cells. I can’t escape it, even now it feels like hell.  The memories of failures and the whirlwind of regret search damning things I never can forget. How can I survive this pain and turn it into bliss the pressures of the world around me turn it all to ****. The longer I go on in life the less I seem to care. I sleep for many hours, which to me is like a fresh breath. I wonder how much longer before I reach my death? I don’t think I’ll make it unless I find relief. I can’t ignore the problems, I can’t escape my cell. I analyze the world the people and myself and entangle In that net. Like a computer seeing each virus the rent. Though I can’t drag others into my chaos filled mind lest they to get trapped. I can’t let them get too close, it’s for the best.
Like a computer seeing each virus the rent. Though I can’t drag others into my chaos filled mind lest they to get trapped. I can’t let them get too close, it’s for the best.

I go into the darkest part of my mental prison and in a lonely dark and sell a voice calls out to me quotation mar I go into the darkest part of my mental prison and in a lonely dark and sell voice calls out to me quotation ” release me, let me take away your pain with me you’ll have only everything to gain.”  I look closely and see it as me but his self without regret… Instead he’s filled with rage monster who was created at such an early age. He fears no human, God or pain. He would cause destruction  and blood would rain.  Destruction of it all and final piece is his only a game. He can withstand hell for it is his home but as for me how much longer can I roam ?