That psychological spiral

It's hard to speak when your words get cluttered up...
Sitting there in a listening to nothing but silence...
When you have something breaking down the walls of your mind...
Anything can happen at that point... 
You lose touch of who you are... Your chest grows heavy with burden...
A part of you says you can make it through this...the other parts only drag you down...
Down into that pit of dark despair...
As you're being dragged deeper...you look to the gloomy sky.. wondering what keeps you going...what pushes you to move on...slowly fading does that image do little help...
Left to wonder why you continue...

Reviews

[Dust That Drifts Throug..]

I don't know what to say. I have read another poem you wrote that I've gone through. Your poems speak the thoughts I've never said.

[Savage (Xan)]

Im glad you like them i just write what i feel honestly and im sorry for the late reply