Broken Thoughts

I sat on the bridge , wind crashing against me like an omen of the tremor i felt inside 
 Tears streamed my face, no where to run no where to  hide.
Memories and visions of the past, things of happiness- they never last. 
Trapped in my own thoughts that had driven me here. 
The endless unforgiving pain and fear. 
The harrowing ground beneath , the desperate urge for quick relief. 
How can I be better how can I be fine. 
When I’m surrounded by these depressed thoughts of mine