Mind's Collapse

Stuck in a revolving door of pain,
won't be much longer until I go insane.
The stress is too much for me to bear,
but it's not like anyone said life was fair.

Barriers and strife line the small path,
they fuel the misery, and my soul's own wrath,
of having to sustain this circle of tears,
crushed and depleted by my own fears.

Tearing my hair out in frustration,
this toxic behavior lacks explanation.
Yearning wildly to see, feel, the light,
instead I always choose the solace of night.

Drowning in this lake of self pity,
my deficiencies I can see quite clearly.
Wondering why I even try,
when all I want is to let my numb soul die.

How much more of this can I endure?
Is the black night of death my only cure?
How much longer until my soul breaks,
and will my weary heart forever ache?

Somewhere in the night lies the answer,
to this poisoned mind, this obscene cancer.
Trudging forward, my head hangs low,
for some peace, there is nowhere I would not go.

To the gates of hell, than back once more,
it's minions are scared when I knock on the door.
Onward I go, searching for salvation,
my mind still struggling for domination.

I suffer from this battle that never ends,
there isn't enough time to make all the amends.
My body is torn and bloody, my soul stained,
there's nothing left but to give in to this pain.

Collapsing to the ground, I pour crimson rivers,
as my body becomes numb and cold, I shiver.
Death now stops the cruel revolving door,
motionless and stiff, the battle rages no more.

Sweet eternal silence, I have found on the floor.