Tired

The grips that pull me down never seem to lose interest.
Further and further until I cannot breathe.
Cannot see.
Cannot feel.

My heart sinks and fills with the void.
The noise — I don’t want the quiet but the noise crawls down my spine
Focusing isn’t an option — my brain is ripping apart.
Crying isn’t an option — the tears don’t come.

It just swells in my body screaming to get out.
Screaming for help.
Screaming for life.