Mental Anguish

Anguish, like having what you want
right at your finger tips,
yet having no way to take hold of it,
is pulsing through my body.
It takes over my senses,
latching onto my blood cells,
stealing my deep breath,
tainting my innocent laughter,
weakening my limbs,
colouring my skin,
and it makes me mental.

Mental.

Up

Pull me up, pull me up,

Because this is bottomless

and undetermined. 

I don't like surprises, 

and I don't like questions 

so the longer you leave me, the faster I fade. 

Pull me up, pull me up, 

from the ground I can't gain, 

and if you feel like being merciful, 

I could use a little compassion. 

Do you feel like loving today?

Or is it a burden you wish to cast off?

Pull me up, 

unless you plan to repeat this process, 

then in that case

don't waste your time. 

I wouldn't want to cause you to make the same mistake twice...