Spinning

My life spinning in circles
throwing me in unwanted directions

I try spinning in the opposite direction
I try setting things straight.

But once things start spinning they can't easily be stopped.

My knife is cutting through my flesh
My blood rushing to break free

each day a new wound is created each night a new tear is released from my impure body.

one day these scars will catch up with me and I WILL stop spinning.

And when that day comes no one will be by my casket no one will be there that cares...