I feel like I'm going mad.
I can feel my body,
My brain,
My mind.
Slowly.
Tearing. Itself. Apart.
I feel like a ticking time bomb,
Put here just to hurt others.
I'm disguised;
I look like a treat.
And I am for a while..
And then,
boom.
Everything dies:
The happiness,
The joy,
The laughter.
Everything.
And it's all caused,
By me..
And no matter how hard I try,
No matter what I do.
Nothing changes.
I can't stop this,
There is nothing I can do
But wait.
For my time,
To
Run
Out.
