Losing it?

I slowly weep
as I go into a cynical depression
My dreams grow darker
and begin to slip
my day goes slower
causing me madness
I hold my head
when the room begins to spin
The voices become louder
and more agitated
I want to cry
I want to scream
but for the fear they'll come take me away
I keep it in
The tears run warm
My heart beats cold
Shall I make it quick
and end it now
We live to die.
We're born to only face our death
So Why wait for the unexpected
and do it now so you can control it.