Chatterbox: Inkwell

Morbid(ish) Poem I ended up writing. I've discovered that while I have no talent whatsoever in rhyming poetry, I can write depressing free-verse fairly well. So, this is Koffee's new and improved poem style! Tell me what you think! (Note: My knees are actually doing fairly well. It's just my inspiration here, since it's supposed to be depressing. So please don't worry about me :D)

Title: ??? (I'd like suggestions, if you would :D)

Poem:

You walk on the track.

You feel it beneath your feet.

You want to run, but you cannot.

You are alone in the middle of everyone.

The Need, the Pain, the Wish, and You.

You watch.

They run by, breathing hard now.

Your eyes watch them hungrily.

They swoop in a graceful arc around the edge of the track.

And you ache.

The Need, the Pain, the Wish, and You.

They tell you you’re lucky, later.

You laugh.

Agree with them.

It’s the only thing that will stop you from crying.

The Need, the Pain, the Wish and You.

The Need.

That ache to run, down inside of you.

The wanting.

The feeling that what you don’t do may kill you.

The Need and You.

The Pain.

That beats out the Need like a drowning flame.

That takes over your mind.

That makes you never want to run again.

The Pain and You.

The Wish.

For the Pain and the Need to be gone.

Cancel each other out.

Kill each other.

And you will rise, and live again.

The Wish and You.

You.

Trapped in your own mind.

Condemned to your sorrows.

You hate yourself for feeling sorry.

For being weak.

Aches more than the Need.

Stronger than the Pain.

And dampens the Wish.

You.

And Yourself.

Inside of each other.

I hope that it doesn't moosh it together like it usually does, because it's supposed to be seperated into stanzas.... Critique? Title? Etc?