Slowing down

Its time for this to end,
for the pain to become numb again.
Its time to begin to mend,
if its even possible anymore.

My heart is too shattered,
with my beaten body
which is torn and tattered,
worn from the storm.

My eyes are quick to see,
while my mind tries to believe
what is happening in front of me.
While another hit has landed.

There's bruises all over me,
both physically and mentally.
I'm more battered then a hundred year old tree.
Please, someone rescue me.

My mind is turning dark everyday,
there's thoughts running rampant,
about how shattered me like dried up clay
and shot my head into two.

Everything is turning black
and there's no light to turn around.
Everything is worn and full of cracks,
while my heart is slowing down.