What's Mine?

Where is the end to end all ends?
Perhaps it is being carefully planned.
Don't judge me for going off the bend.
I'll let you know when I need your skills to mend.
My life is an unwritten story,
made up of poetry and secrets buried to deep to tell.
If I keep running I'm sure to go to Hell.
I am too afraid to look at you, touch you, and love you.
So why don't you come save me, cure me, help me get closer to you.
Come and take the second seat and drink my wine,
before the Devil comes and takes what's mine.