Journey's End?

Everytime I write in here

I hope that I will fade.

Me and I are fighting,

desperately in pain.

I know that soon it will pass

and me and I might feel sane

But I know just as well 

it will return, and hurt me

and I, all the same.

Journey's End, I hope for

Journey's End. I hope

and hope again.

What must I do

to get there, where

perhaps I may exist once more

without the greatest burden of all,

that truth we call

the pain.

I write this and I think

I think of those

with dust and mules 

before water. I muse the truth

that plastic is a diet.

This is just more fan to the flame.

My eyes are red

my head has bled

my nails are beyond the white.

I need to sleep,

I need to weep,

but then, I must live again.