Poem -

Breaking Down

I can not say how I feel
cuz people with think that I'm ill
Sick in the head from what I just said
I'm just being real

Feel the darkness closing in
I can not take it all back
I'm feeling lost inside my sin

Everything is darkness and black
I feel like I'm under attack
By a poltergeist. An exorcist
I must insist to be off this list
Yet they persist until they exist
I can't resist Will I be missed
Testing my patience until I'm a patient
with mental disorders Always seeing Satan

I think I'm breaking Down
I think I'm breaking Down 

How can I keep on just living this way
without my feet on the ground
While searching for something to make it Okay
Yet it isn't meant to be found

My Sanity
My Vanity

I hate that I will always be bound - Now 

I don't know what is wrong
with me or how I feel
I just keep going on and on
Is this for real 

I think I'm Breaking Down
I think I'm breaking Down

We all break down sometimes
 It's Okay
To slowly lose your mind
to slip away 

I'm spinning around in my head
eyes hazy
The man in the mirror looks back
He's crazy
Can't feel my body it seems I'm phasing
In and out of reality
Here nor there what is left of me
Pieces of something that's nothing at all
watch as I fall  Can not recall
What I used to be
before they used up me
I feel like I slowly will drown 

I think I'm Breaking down
I think I'm breaking Down. Down Down Down. x 2

 

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