Void

I wrote this in jail.

Pain, self inflicted. Hate, my mind is twisted.
The downward spiral pulls me, I fight, I try, I lose.
Down I fall, a void of negative energy,
nothingness becomes reality.
I used to dream. I used to have vision.
I now have only faded memories, altered perception, and morose incarnations of a life that could have...no, should have been.
With every turn I take, I lose yet another lap.
I now run for reasons unknown. What choice do I have?
I cause only pain. I want this all to go away, but the cycle will continue.
The scales of my life are unbalanced, static, and painful.
I wish I knew anything, a starting point, but every new begining is a new ending.