Anxiety and heartache

I arrived at a fork in the road
Unpaved and worn
A crack in each.
Both seem equally as hard.
And both lead to my death, at a different time.
Which do I choose?
A question indeed.
Because all I have left is the following in front of me.
For you my love, may have chosen for me.
Nay a kiss , or hug, or gentle touch.
Nothing more than a occasional fuck.
My heart tears in two following both paths.
One definitely will lead to a fast.
The other shows gluttony, and control.
Possibly a result I only am hopeful for.
My brain cries, and screams, and lashes out.
As I find myself suffering another bout
A fit, a tear, a whine, a cry.
My mind has made it hell for me alive.
You try, you hug, you kiss, you know I'm made of glass.
I'm sorry that I can't be a perfect cast.