Mist

Focusing takes too much.
My head swirls in a mist.
Was there ever a reason?
For me to exist?
Someone calls my name.
But it's too hard to remember.
I want to be left alone.
They try and make me listen.
They take away what is mine.
Pain shakes my head.
Too soon I steal it back.
The pain disappears in the mist.
Better.

They would never understand.
I need this.
Without it I am nothing.
It hurts without it.
So leave me in peace.
I want to stay in the mist.
That way I wont get hurt.
I wont hurt.
The pain will not be there anymore.
Where did it come from?
It's too hard to remember.