Reality sets in,
The truth stings like a hornet,
The fact I can't get in my head,
As My life smashes like fine china.
My peace evaporates,
And a Tsunami of suffering washes over me.
I wish life was simple,
But then I'd bored,
But I'm already exhausted .
One of these nights,
Peace will infuse in my spirit for a minute,
Whilst all of these nights I'm mentally trapped.
Reality is a gun to the head,
Waiting for the trigger to be pulled,
For the euphoric rush of painful information
