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neverending thought patterns

die

within my grasp

I try to hold on for dear life

but I am slipping away

from reality

don't really want to be here

        anyway

I know

I know

this is what life has given me

it is what I make it

so I make it what it is

neverending patterns

of

pain

staggering through my veins

trying so hard to leak

out

as the blood clots within

my heart

neverending screaming out for help

    no one ever hears

I know

I know

I'm not screaming loud enough

don't really want to be heard

     anyway

neverending thoughts of wanting to

end it all

end it all

again