Peace

I'm falling my dear, falling faster everyday. Falling into the deep oblivion.
Falling into the questions of should I stay or take my life and go. Some
days I find my entire being begging me just to end it. To end this unbearable,
uncontrollable  misery. Some people were ment for life. My dear I just
don't think I am one of them. I am dying....a little more everyday I slowly
wither away into nothing but emptiness.  I said I wouldn't give up....but
I just don't know how much longer I can hold on. Razors and old demons
call me by my name every waking moment. Calling me to them. Waking me in
the middle of the night. Telling me they can make me feel better, give
me that relief that my veins are begging for.  I fight back not to follow
there commands, but a little bit of comfort sounds better and better the
more they call to me.My body is fighting back food again. If I won't give
it what it wants it's not gonna give me the nutrition I need to live .
I'm in a lose ,lose situation. There is no way out. I either lose the fight
of old habits or lose my life. Either way I go I  already feel dead. Like
a ghost lost in time. To never be found. To never be put to peace......that's
all I want......Peace....... Feels like my own brand of heroine escaping
my lips as I speak it......Peace....