The Black Dream

my head is speeding and full of bad thoughts i cant concentrate i can only tell myself to not succeed in suicide its to late its already started all i hear is the moaning and groaning of people dyeing im in over my head with all the stress i only see black with a mirror of flames ahead i cant put the pieces of my life together im scared of my own mind and dont want to enter the danger zone i cant escape the darkness no matter how hard i try im still alive but fill like im dyeing a slow and painful death