going around and around.
I fall to the floor,
wondering what it is I have to do.
My head is spinning,
my thoughts distorted.
Is this real?
Or is my life all a dream?
Ahead of my face,
my hands just a blurr.
My life flashes in front of my eyes,
they whole horrid truth comes back.
My life,
a meaningless joke.
Nothing is important anymore,
I just need to push through.
The room grows black,
my head goes numb.
What is happening?
I know,
this all has happened before.
This road,
all too clear to me.
It's too much,
I have to run away.
But I can't,
I can't run away from my own mind.
Pounding on the walls,
I know there is no way out.
So there I sit,
in the empty room.
Waiting for someone to help me,
and save me from myself.
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