As I process all of my doubts,
I nevermind
the thoughts that are lost.
Crippled by delusions
and paralyzed by fear,
I struggle to relieve this
panic stricken pattern
that testers inside.
The forever feeling of absent,
left isolated, medicated and
never to decide.
Percecuted as addicted,
chasing dow the next best,
only to be let down, again.
Wasted ways,
to many to change.
Once again, as my head goes
from silence to sirens,
I start to suffocate and
My sight fades in and out.
Everything is now distant.
All emotions set aside while
I fold and fall to my knees.
Feeling TOXIC and ALIEN,
and far from over.
A strange place to remain,
frozen in time as the World
passes on by.
Have I come undone just to
get let down again?
Repeated behavior only to seek
out a higher existence.
A state where one is to many is
never enough and the next one
even more deadly.
Yet the rituals begin, Again.
Table spoon fed until
taken to the bone.
I have wasted most of my days
playing a game that I knew
that I would lose.
©outcast88
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