Perfection is the Key.

The need to be, What everyone wants. The desire to be, Everything that is expected. The yearning to have, What every one wants. Why does perfection escape me? I push myself into unknown Realities, Just trying to make it through each day. Pushing, Striving, Struggling, Dying Everyday this gets harder.. I fight further into this sickness Mind consuming, eating me alive Can’t someone save me? These days are growing darker, My eyes distrusting what they see, The world destructing around me. I start to fade, I cant do this any longer. The light is the only comfort I’ve felt in years. Pushing Striving Struggling Dying. Perfection is the cause of this agony.