Broken Mind

I adore myself. I've been suffocated by my imagination and can't stop thinking about it, or I just need some time to make it happen and think about it. Sometimes ego triumphs, but you can't just manage it by repeating your mistakes, poor habits, and other sad life events. I got so close to cutting it out and letting go of things I shouldn't have, just like now. In my dreams, I see my mother in our bed, covered in blood, pleading for help. I was traumatized and cried because of how I felt at the time. Please, please, please let my other side go because it's driving me insane. I enjoy creating other people's stories and, as a result, I enjoy having them suffer. Please let me go.