Pent Up

Crumbling my way to be.
My conscience fading
No longer caring.
Falling; flying
Head swimming; dieing?!
No! Not that quite...
Moving slowly; dizzy
Knowing; things aren't right.
Confused, unknowing
My breath starts slowing.
My thoughts drifting
Sweeping; swiftly
Driving me crazy
My mind going lazy.
Water, monsters, falling
My dreams are dieing.
Yes. That's what's going!
No longer want to be showing.
I'm unsure of what to do.
The end is coming soon.
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Written while depressed.