Just Sometimes

Sometimes I sit and think a bit,
Some would say it is too much.
Kaleidoscope thoughts merging.
With reality I lose touch.

But no pretty colours blending,
It's darkness and it's black.
That dream when I am hanging on for life,
Where I can't pull myself back.

I shake my head and slap myself,
To try to bring myself around.
But at this point it's far too late
The darkness again I've found.

It wraps it's self around me,
And it fits me like a glove.
But there's no warmth or comfort pending,
I can't even feel the touch of love.

It's that time when everything is bleak,
There's no lighthouse up ahead.
No lifeline left to cling to.
When all inside feels dead.

I sometimes wonder if I can go on,
Sometimes think I've had enough.
I feel torn and twisted up inside,
Though my exterior still seems tough.

I could never take my own life,
I just do not have the balls!
But sometimes I wish the earth would split
And to dark oblivion I fall.