Enmeshed

 

This has to stop. It has to end. I can't continue to go further with this, feeling like this, being like this, experiencing this. I want it to cease. I want it to leave. How much more longer? How many more tears? How many more weary thoughts? Don't want to be anymore in the mist of evanescence. Don't want anymore painful, pleasurable decadence. When? When is it going to go away? Where's the sweet, peaceful bliss? I can't. I just can't. My words are turning into debris. My mind continues to go back-n-forth, back-n-forth. Got to be staunch. I don't know where else to go. What else to do. Anyone else to talk to. I just have me, my thoughts, my feelings, and the means of dissemination of all that I have inside. But I can't let it go. But yes, I have to. I must. I'm loosing myself. See the confusion? Descry the hurt? Don't know what else to voice. Don't go away. Try to grasp the evidence this discombobulated state of being. Sometimes I go speechless. Sometimes....verbose. Who knows what else could have arose. Please, no more hurt. Please no more, pain. Please, no more agony. Please, no more suffering. It must go away. It must vacate. How can I let it pass? What way to let it go? My eyes turn into the red sea. My face goes numb. My throat is dry as the desert. And my head pounds like a hammer on nails. My heart bleeds and aches. My soul gets cracked and lifeless. And my body becomes incapacitated. Where's my help? Where's my rescue? Lifelines are too few...