Breakdown Poem by John Richey

Always feeling so hopeless,
Intending to only what's right.
Searching for an end to the pain...
All the trails lead to nowhere.

No longer able to thing clearly,
Striving for the right answers,
Desperately needing help...
No one is able to give it.

Feeling the heart strain,
As if it's going to burst,
Agony when it ruptures...
Inner turmoil is the cause.

Slowly fading out of reality,
Allowing time to heal the wounds,
Just enough to function again.
The process will surely repeat.