Realese me

This small voice inside
that place where hate likes to hide
these little things that make me freak
it all on me, its all my fault
i made my heart into a vault
I'm scared, I'm lonely, I'm hurt, I'm tired
haven't slept, my mind is wired
i don't know how much i can take
but this is a habit ill have to break
panic and sadness is what i get
it from all these thing i have met
my hopes my dreams, it rests on this
it seems to be doing well when in fact its a mess. its this
my shell. my core. my aching heartbeat
this being gone and done will be a feat.
but its time, time i don't have
its something you can see but cannot grab.
my life is flashing in my eyes
my worries pass me by.
this hate. this anger. it seems to die but the panic remains. i wonder why. anyways id like to know but these are things ill never show