Bent and broken

this is a poem that i wrote while listening to a song on my I-pod

I'm so bent and so broken so take this pain in my eyes as the only token of my former self that I have left,

Pushing myself under so torn down and distrusted my mind has slipped into a coma,

Drug under the pressure of life I couldn't cut this tension with a dull knife,

Burning inside to just be free from all of it but instead im falling back from another devastating hit,

Slowly time creeps by and I rust away bit by little bit and from all of the overbearing s**t on my plate,

Some how I've been cursed with this deadly fate to fall away into time itself in this broken mental state,

Time has run out and I have no more reason to love and none to hate,

Locked away inside myself again back in this constant debate of who I am,

Struggling to stay above the surface of this tidal wave rushing back towards me again,

The ever present feeling of fighting a battle I know I can never win,

Is this just another mistake or a fatal sin falling from the sky's deep within,

Rattling echos burst inside with an ominous din screaming for this all to come to an end,

It's like taking another sucker punch from life right on the chin,

Still I stretch back and forth and bend but still i dont break and this doesn't seem to want to end,

A slight cringe is all the passes across my face no need for words in this time and space,

Ticking away the clock has run out and still i lie here morbid and devout of a reason to break this ugly trend....