. Breakdown .

This is the point,
these parralel lines meet.
Breaths come fast,
life doesn't last,
a count down heart beat.
 
All this jagged edge,
has hit the fleshy skin,
its finding a way,
against what a say,
it's sinking it's way in.

The suffering, the pain,
all that stuff from before,
carves my heart,
twice apart,
because I can't take it anymore.

I'm going to stop pretending,
that I can take this on my own,
I'm steadily dying,
continuously crying,
and the last flame's blown.

I don't think I can fake,
carrying the world on my back,
my bones aren't strong,
they've held out long,
but I hear them bend and crack.

I'll take the time I've waited for,
to scream out all the pain,
a final yelp,
call for help,
for help that never came.

Time and broken hearts,
take their toll on a young girls head,
won't pretend I'm sane,
won't pretend again,
for fear I'll end dead.

My eyes turn vaguely bloodshot,
never have I been sure of fatality, 
lost control,
of my soul,
because I'm tripping out of reality.

Here I am, 
screaming about stuff,
and it's clear,you're scared
but I've had enough.