Broken

This peom is in the shape of an inner struggle and it is a bit depression.

It's so hard to see,
as it's not easy breathing
with these tears falling dry,
shortens every breath
I try to catch quick breaths,
hoping to hold it in a bit longer
but this pain overwhelms me,
hurting every part of me

It's not easy dreaming,
when there's unreachable sleep
the sandman is nowhere to be found,
because he's taking a break
when guilt is carried on the back of demons,
peaceful thoughts are gone
looking over to the clock,
hoping time would save,
but time to is taking a break,
it's to tired to move

Empty and unbalanced,
I embrace this broken heart
trying to mend the holes leaking out my soul,
but it keeps on tearing away
in the depth of depression,
I hear the voices within
whispering stories of horror and defeat,
of how my realities failing

The path isn't clear,
the road is covered with blocks
I see signs telling me which way I should go,
uncertain about the direction
as I walk, a storm forms over head,
as I watch these rain drops fall
it reminds me of how broken am I,
falling hard without someone to break my fall