Venting

A harmless occurrence in my mind
Me and you
But it's not perfect
Reality takes a scythe to the thought
Cuts it in two
I hate it
It's a perfect situation
And I can't seem to break free
Just give me a minute to say goodbye
Not to you, them, but myself
I'm gone
Because what's the use of wondering?
It only ever brings sorrow
It goes on and on
No matter what, there will be agony
Suffering
Always a cold hand to take
A warm embrace to push away
My insides would burn up
I'm so afraid
Darkness..She used to be my joy
My window into a world where I was happy
But now, she promises me misery
What am I to do when the world is asleep?
It's not her fault - It's mine
What is this place?
I wish I could go
But I'm too afraid for that as well
I'm torn between two fears - Living and dying
Death is a horrifying demon with which I'm not yet acquainted
While Life is a needle, draining my insides bit by bit
It's almost done

How much longer can I possibly last?