Breaking down begins haphazardly,
Awaking one sunrise with this feeling,
That the day will not be quite pleasant at all.
And, predictably, it doesn't develop into an amiability.
In fact, that offbeat stirring doesn't even vanish after sundown.
It refuses to let go,
And holds onto your conscience like a desiring leech,
Replacing your happy thoughts with ones that are dark and horrid upon yourself.
That's how the mind falls.
Take my word for it,
My heart is beating,
But the emotions aren't pumping through my veins like any warm blood.
My outside appearance may be presentable,
But look into my eyes so you can see the inner exhaustion and hurt.
I would rather drift away with my soul,
Than to stay in this world with its abandonment.
To liberate from adverse pain,
That is one of my aspirations.
~D
