Writing and Dreaming and Reading...

I can't think. I feel like I can't breath. I feel like I'm at the brink. And it's a long way down to fall. 

I'm at the end of my rope. At the end of my tether. It's coming. And my hands are tied.

At the moment of wild desperation, my heart is beating way too fast. I try to scream, but nothing comes out except for thin wail of horror. My eyes bleed tears. It's the last thing I see.

My body aching, my head with pain slicing through. I'm so tired, so tired inside, but I can't seem to pick myself up. It's a defeat but I can't give up. It's not the end but I can't get up. 

*deadline*