I feel the need to die, I can hardly breathe.
Tricks constant persuasions have gone too far. I want everything to end. It 's too deep for me to achieve and endure. Unfathomable cries and heartaches depressing can make my soul dying.
I feel so down, falling, falling, too low for me to go back again. The pants, I breathe. The air around me is getting low. I panic. I resolve in the frantic screams. Violence begins to attract. It will be a risk. I see no time, no hope, no reason, no life, ports and tunnels without end meet. Faint. I feel it.
I can almost taste it, but I can not have it. So my eternal death is what they yearn for, what I need. Fear nothing. I seem clear, shown in light. I feel thrown, pushed, dumped, pressed, affected by violence, slapped, humiliated, harassed, collapsed, lost, depressed, hopeless, stupid, retarded, killed, destroyed, damn, alone, away, persecuted, deleted, powerless , pleated, naive, dead.
The attack that weakens I dare not move or breathe. My head swirls can not contemplate. I must say I'm in danger. Are dangerous. My eyes close as there is no tomorrow. Wake no more. Trying to collide with my thoughts and concerns, drop me down. Cast away, left with no choice. My stomach so hard trying to overcome. The pain, the anguish that fight every day that keeps me strong. I do not know. The damage it would cause, no matter. The soul will pay when the body suffers. I go numb. I can not move a finger, lift a muscle or touch a nerve.
Everything in retirement.
