Cease

I need everything to stop... the memories I kept hidden in my subconscious the winding clocks in hallways, sadly a reminder that I am still here, my lungs to stop filling with black smoke of haunted memories To stop the the silence that eats me like a cancerous cell. I need someone to ease the pain that throbs at my temporal constantly I need everything to stop.... these feelings of unworthiness, the negative words that run through these veins, wait?....isn’t blood suppose to run here.... To end the anxiety that is an unwanted guest To end the depression that invited itself. I need everything to stop... my mind from thoughts of crashing into a tree, of the Mtech knife carving superficial wounds that aren’t so deep but helps the pain find a way to seep. I need everything to stop.... this silent battle I suffer, that pulverizes my bones that deteriorates my soul. I fear...... if my silence gets louder...... if those around don’t see. I may end in Potters Field laying next to my brother in sleep.