IN MY MIND

Turmoil threatens the trenches in which the blood flows to my brain.
Overload flashes like a neon sign.
I can't think.Can't concentrate.
Information zips by without any comprehension.
I beg the nerves and vessels to slow down.

I am getting dizzy and feeling nauseaous.
Sitting in the darkness,I dread any sliver of light.
Can't complete a thought.
I hold my head in my hands and press hard to stop the singsong voices in my head.
I feel a tear drop from my left eye.
My heart is pounding.

I grit my teeth and try to stop the loudness in my head.
I smack my face.
I pinch my arm.
Nothing seems to stop it.
I hear my blood roaring now.
It is deafening to my ears.

I run to the kitchen and grab a knife.
I pull it slowly across my throat,feeling wetness drip on my chest.

I press a little harder.
Now the voices are quieting.
They are sounding far away.
I stare at nothing.

ßlackness is becoming welcoming.
The blood slows its roaring thru my veins.
The voices are silent.
My heart stops its pounding.

I have just stopped existing.
How peaceful