The Slope

I`m going from one panic attack to the other, in the end, i wonder,
why do i even bother.
Restless is my soul, filled with torment, a flying dart,
speeding through this world, aimless, pointless with no direction,
Typing these lines, like Mozart. A symphony of pain for myself,
for no one to see but my reflection.
Why do i hold on, and don`t let go? What is it that gives me hope?
As i slowly slide down this slippy slope.
Things were better, but people always have to rush. I told them "Take it easy",
or whatever keeps me together will crush.
i am fragile and need rest.
Instead of seeing me as a person, numbers where applied, they knew best.
I do not know what more to say , i am put to the test,
living in hell day by day, with an aching heart, beating in my chest.