It's not the past,
Is what could have been,
Not memories,
But thoughts.
Endless circles,
Stress shooting to every corner of my body,
Short breaths,
Not thinking,
Clear my mind,
Impossible to not think,
How  to end this.
Thoughts resurface of possibilities to cease this pain,
No trust for anyone,
No hope for the world
Lost in my own selfishness and sorrow,
Empty and alone,
Silent screams,
Unanswered prayers,
Begging people to help,
No one reaches their hand out,
Watch me fall,
Watch me loose to the darkness,
Giving up on this,
Giving up on them,
Giving up on me.