Me and my thoughts

I feel like I am losing my life breath Slowly and steadily, the energy is sucked out of me I can no longer breathe The ball in my throat gets bigger every day I pray to God to give me more faith More hope to keep me going But the weight keeps pushing me down I just wish I have more strength to fight But I am losing it I can feel it I am lost with the next course of action What will happen when the flame dies out Will I lose my ability to fight Will I lose my will to live? Will I just let go?

If pain has a form And the form could talk Then it will look like me And it would say What the hell, bring it on I have felt used, and I know the intensity I have been rejected, and I know what it takes to get over it I have been cheated, and it knows it the value I have been disappointed I have been lonely I have  been sad Every motion carries a specific amount of pain And it lasts for a particular period The feeling becomes too dull Or maybe I become used to it Either way, I know it But I don’t know how much more I can take