Who i am.

My mind,
woundering,
like a spirt from the grave.
Where do i go from here?
Is there a reason to live?

My mask,
newly sown,
Hides the tears as they fall.
Why hide my tears?
Why silence my screams?

My life,
crazily insane,
A mad house full of thoughts.
Why suffer any longer?
Why try to live through the pain?

My life,
I’v made it,
gotten through so far.
Will I last much longer?
or will I
Die?

*the title is from a song by Sarah Evans*