Pass the limit

Sometimes it makes me whole
sitting here all alone.
Slow down in my soul.
Thinking and getting a general view.
Other times it makes me cry.
Reminding myself of everything bad
and the problems I cannot solve.
I think about what I would like to change,
but when I'm back in real life
none of the things I want to do comes trough.
Pass the line of demarcation before it is to late.