Tired, Scared, Crying.

It feels like there is no way out
I am feeling lost in a superficiality there is not even mine
The foot on the ground seems not accurate
They told me to do, I have no choice in here
I am falling again
But this time, is for sure and lasting.

Do I love too much or am I non existent in this place we must call a - false - home?
Just like my pulse,
I wish I could no longer feel
I am tired, I am scared, I am crying in the echo.

Where exactly I put my trust for the longing ones?
I am here as if I was an angel, even though I am more a fallen
Loneliness, my dearest
The only one I still believe,
because it is with me all the time, never leaves this soul or body
The heart pumps the passion rooting, yet sweet
I am writing it out,
If no one hears, may someone can read and identify
And try to save another deliverance to suicide
before it concretize
and undo into the wind and moonlight.

It just do not go away.