the depths of my despair

The breakdown

I'm at my breaking point,
I can feel it in my head,
My hands are begging to shake,
Ground control is counting down,
I just know I'm going to snap,
Lose me shit,
Numbing it isn't helping,
The drugs,
The alcohol,
I want to scream at the top of my lungs,
But nothing seems to escape my lips,
the rocks are lifted in slumber,
And when I wake there back heavier then ever,
The nightmares are a constant thing,
Reminders,
Even predictions of what's to come,
I don't know if they'll ever come,
I don't know they'll haunt me every night,
Day after day,
The pills don't help,
They make it worse,
Beckoning for them to come out of the closet,
There hidden in the wood work,
The ghost I mean,
My nightmares are my ghosts,
They keep me up most nights,
Singing there songs to get to me,
Shutting them out is harder then it looks,
That's why I know everything is building up,
I can feel it in the back of my head
For now I sit patiently awaiting the day the warning signs go off.