reaching out

giving me a hand in this mess i call life
i see nothing ahead at this time
repossessing all my gains
soaking in all my losses
putting all my aggressions
in front of me
i cant eat
i cant sleep
i cant bare to breathe
i cant see my hand in front of me
for i am far too gone
crushed beyond repair
stuck with this blank stare
on my face
give my something
some sort of sign
im tired of begging
before i just end it all
this is no threat
i am soo sick
sick in the head
sick throughout my body
sick to my peers
i cant move at all
i havent for some time now
i have forsaken myself again
for i am not worthy
for i am not this way
cant keep attemping failure
no time to talk
no time for change
no time for this
tried all that and gave it up
i am nothing at all.