Slowly Dieing

Written by: Charles Ruble

The door closes on my mind,
As I sit here and think.
My mind burns with hurt,
I stare at an empty drink.
My mind races,
Its continues on overload.
All the pain it's been through,
My confidence has now slowed.
The up's and downs of my life,
I have really questioned over the last year.
I have even questioned,
All the things I hold dear.
Is it worth it anymore,
Always standing alone in the rain.
Is it really worth it,
All this torment of my brain.
You never know what it's like,
Till you'r life falls apart.
Till it drains you of everything,
Even you'r heart.