Cry For Help

I am a person. On the path of self-destruction. I build a wall, painstakingly, languorously, slowly, brick by brick. It took me a year to build. Now I'm putting some distance between me and the Wall. I'm off to a running start. Each step I take I pick up my pace. I'm now at full sprint. The wall looms closer. It seems to get bigger every moment. I'm scared but I go on running anyway. I close my eyes tight so I don't see it coming. It feels like its too late to stop now and I'm so scared that I start sobbing hysterically. At times I feel like I don't want to stop and others when I can't. I need help but I won't, can't open my mouth to ask. The Wall is looming large now. This is going to hurt. Real Bad.