Final Time

I'm slowly losing every part of the life I once had.

Everything crumbles slowly while I sit behind the glass and watch it fade away.

I can't reach out and stop it from happening; it's already too late.

The only thing I can do is sit here and wonder why and how it happened.

I used to be okay, I know this, but what suddenly triggered my end of saneness is beyond me.

Once you go as far as I have gone, there is no turning back.

I might be losing my mind, but it doesn’t matter anyway, there’s nothing left to do, and no one to care.

I wish I could have gotten some kind of help before now, I know there's a real reality out there, because I was once apart of it.

Now, nothing feels alright.

I’m lost, and I’m spinning around in a field of mazes with no where to go; my heart beats slower now then it ever has before.

Finally, I fall to the ground and let this life surround me, giving up on myself for the last and final time.