It hasnt got a name

Poem
As these thoughts run through my mind
Fact and fiction become intwind
My thoughts unclear
To a point in which I do not know
What in life to call my own.
Ive tried to clear my mind
But all the thoughts keep flooding back.
cannot clear who I am
I cant even shut it out
I dont know what I want
But I want what I need
My eyes are blank
Hold no emotion
Only the pain inside
I want to talk and let it out
I just know I really cant
You cant act like you understand
When you really just wont try
You fail then loose and never win
whats the point in carrying on?
When its easier to give in.