I've got this down to an art.
I know all my issues, and yet, I don't know where to start.
I've felt the need to dissect my mind.
pull it in all directions, and view what makes me so blind.
what to do with the extra pieces?
will my eyes figure the problem, will it then seise?
Ah crap, I cut the wrong wire.
Down I go, in an epic spiral down, crash and fire.
picture my mind as an Illusion Maze.
Stairs go up, and stairs never come down.
black and white, colours are non-amaze.
Papers pile to my skull, like a white, paper town.
Messages of self hate and anxious lullabies.
I swear I don't know how I came across these non-lies.
My eyes gaze from building to sky.
I've got nothing to prove, and nothing to hide.
voices scream, from the top of their lungs.
My mind shatters, and decides to go numb.
I've got to figure this out before...

  My life has no meaning, and is no more.