Can someone call 911


I real cannot stand it.
My mind just does not want to compile

My thoughts are just going away.


Like they always do when I have to say goodnight to the wall in my room
That bares no real soul.

That my life is only going to get worse


May the reaper crawl into my bed…
I admit I made a few mistakes

Can some one get me the phone.


I am internal bleeding through the walls of my heart.
My ribs need to cracked.

I swear that I did not mean to...


These visions
These memories

These thoughts just cannot go away..

So can you stay.