Richocet

This turmoil twists it's twine like grip
and enfolds around my constricted conscience.
The typical is expected from from those who pretend to try.
My mind's eye has turned away from this deadly drought
you purposely bestowed over my head.
You lack the benevolence you used to hand out so often.
The hollow screams I bellowed out weren't enough?
What will it take to show you I can't brake through this.
You swore until the end you'd be here in stone,
like the written words, never forgotten and point can proven.
The twinge captured me speechless and waiting.
The twist of a double folded fate caught me and I staggered.
This tornado took me by surprise and held me, kept me where I was.
The durability is slowly screeching to a halt.
I don't want to wait forever.
The tweaks that impaired me
have turned into scars of my memory that I can never erase.
The secrets that restrict the circulation to my veins,
it's slowly strangling me, taking away everything.
The panic attacks take hold until I can't breath and I can't sleep,
even with my every word richoceting off the surrounding walls
getting back to you.
You're leaving, drifting where the current takes you.
If I can't convince you to stay after all that I've tried to do,
then what's enough?