Can't Concentrate

My life is a blur.
Everything is going by 100mph and I just can't seem to find the brakes.
Every time I sit down I have to stand up and every time I stand up, I'm forced to sit down.
Every good thing I try to savor, disappears and loses flavor.
Only the worst things seem to stick,
nothing, nothing seems to click.
Events spring out of nowhere-
News just hits me fast
I don't have time to blink,
should I fold my arms and fast?
I've never leaned on anyone just like this before-
But even then I know,
I need only an open door.
I welcome help and comfort,
So I may do so in return.
Love me so I can, too.
Let me lean on you,
And I'll help you keep stable,
when it comes my turn.
And when the cold bites you,
Or the heat singes your skin,
I'll pick you up and help.
With the strength I stored within.
Thank you.
 
(Meh. Shoot me- just SHOOT me. Five minutes worth of pure, written-out, emotion. A cry for help and grateful thanks all mixed into one big throw-uppy mess)