Poem

Spinning and spinning like there would be no tomorrow
Soon falling down, drowning in sorrow
Thousands miles an hour, spins my head
Will this ever end, or do I need to be dead
Book after book, I scan through
When all the books are done, I don’t know what to do
Start writing a song, or maybe a story
That’s my own way, to tell if I’m sorry
Memories pouring down, on the paper white
I keep myself hidden, I don’t want a fight
Turning to myself, for comfort and trust
But that’s long gone, by now it’s all dust
Hyper one second and then feeling zero
The only thing I want are to find my own hero