Downward Spiral

I look around at
My shadow of life.
What used to be wholesome,
Now filled with strife.

What used to be safe,
A haven, my home,
Has now become hell.
I am alone.

I’m dealing with things
As best as I can,
But some days I wish
I just got up and ran.

The thoughts fill my head,
As the colors, they blend,
Seen through wet eyes
As I plan my true end.

When my mind becomes numb,
When I’m on auto-drive,
A simple sharp knife
Can prove I’m alive.