I stare at the blank page,
trying to write the thousand
and one thoughts running through my mind;

as i think to myself,
about all that was,
all that is and
all that will be;

fear takes over my senses,
clouding my thoughts,
fear of the unknown,
fear of life;

sometimes i want to run away from this mad world,
sometimes i wish i could do things differently,
sometimes i wonder about a lot of things that i could have done,
sometimes i worry i might be thinking too much;

i feel like floating in a deep dark void,
eaten away from the insides,
ripped and bleeding,
desperately clinging on to life;

exhausted and tired, giving up (on life) seems so easy,
i close my eyes and drift off into darkness;