sorry

My mind is shredded. My heart sewn together with delicate silken threads. My soul, perched on the precipice of denial. I hurt. So confused, thoughts rush in like a maddening white water river pushing at the steel that holds me together. What do I do? Who am I? Why? So layered in questions I don't even know myself. Its got to stop. This pulsating desire. For it is tearing me apart. Ripping at the seams my fragile existence crumbles. With shaky steps, child-like in their instability , I walk towards the future. Unknowing. Black in the mirror of my eyes. I can not carry on on these weak limbs. With this weak soul. My heart seeps tragedy. I am sorry.