Losing It

I'm losing my mind and nobody knows.
I can't take these thoughts, delivered like blows.
My chest is heavy and breathing is weak.
I'm truly afraid I've reached a mental peak.
The thoughts are dark and all consuming.
They must be foreshadowing the gloom thats looming.
Not knowing how much more I can take,
Another wound with a knife I'll make.
I must stay calm and retain some control.
If i don't these thoughts will take my soul.
It's just too soon to allow myself to leave.
But when the time comes, please just don't grieve.