I know that I am an adult,
But age is just a number,
Currently vulnerable and lost,
Aimlessly searching for direction,
Where may I seek solace,
And guidance,
Because I am at a loss!
Torn between over thinking,
And not giving a toss!
The agony of my heart sometimes,
I welcome it to stop.
Every breath is an effort,
Every tear an ocean,
A living nightmare that I want to stop,
But how?
Because I cannot switch this illness off.
Like vultures ill mental health chips away at me,
Like a bunch of piranhas have eaten away all rationality and pain,
I am numb,
And have lost control of my brain.
Now branded insane,
I just keep getting institutionalised again and again!

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