I want to hit things.

I want to lash out and tear things apart.

I can't see the beauty.

I can't see the light.

I can't see the future, nor the past.

I'm lost, and I can't find my way.

I'm desperate and foolish.

I'm tired. I'm so tired.

I'm sick. Sick of the darkness.

Sick of the darkness.

My mouth burns with fire.

As my mind burns with fury.

It's inching closer. Slowly closer.

I know it's coming, but it's so far away.

My body has lost it's strength.

My mind has lost it's tenacity.

I struggle, constantly.

I fear.

I fear.

I fear.

I loathe.

And I fear.

And I'm so tired.