My Brain

My brain
is a jumble,
one full of confusion
and hatred.

Darkness and despair,
fill my head.
How do I survive,
well who's to say
I ain't dead?

On the inside,
I'm dead.
I may look
lively but that's
just a trick.

My brain
is rotten,
with the darkness
that lurks within me.

My heart
barely beats,
but it's enough
to live.

Though sometimes
I wish it wasn't.