Sorry world for all of the pain, sorry world for being insane.
More lost in focus because the state of my brain, none to understand and now left drained.
Who to understand, who in my life will remain.
To love and understand is hard to hope, to live in this chaotic life and learn to cope.
Fearing the likes of self, never a wise one but still read books from a shelf.
How long will I last until I fade away, who to care if I really go or stay.
Nothing known to my mind anymore, soon might not be able to reopen the door.
Here again in my room where no one can see,
Living in this world, I no longer want to be me.
My uncertain thought.