The Wind's Black Whispers

The wind whispers to me, it
Echoes as I play with my demons,
Encouraging me to leave
Everyone behind,
For without me, they'd be better off.

Might its words be true?
Maybe I am rather problematic,
A burden disguised as something
Comforting, however evanescent.

How can I love life, things, when I despise myself?
I cannot love anything completely
While I shatter mirrors that show
The flames of hell burning in my eyes,
My pale appearance as I knock on death's door.

I'm not who I want to be,
So many things are bubbling over,
My pain, my anger, my sadness;
Too much to handle,
Too much to have any sane person stay.

The wind whispers to close myself off
And close any open doors,
But a piece of my mind fights back,
Trying to stop the walls from growing higher.

Might it prevail, or might I wander the halls
Of my still stitched heart
Alone by my own hand?

Apologies lie in my frigid eyes,
I need you more now than
Ever before, my love.