What's Left.

Stomach churning, screaming;

Desperately calling out for a noose

Of words to asphyxiate me.

Pulling at my sanity and

Pushing my boundaries.

I cannot sleep, I cannot eat,

I cannot think straight

Through this cloud of thoughts.

They won't let me be me.

Deities of misery,

Trapped within myself;

I've learned not to speak.

Struggling with the war

Of suicide;

Of giving up, of never waking up.

So confused, oh so confused.

Why do I think

This destruction

Is good for me?

And as time runs short,

Breath runs out.

I fear it's too much

For what's left of me.