Discouraged

Withering and as ugly as sin

What's right or wrong

Who am I to tell?

This dreadful sight

This atrophied body

It is me, lying on the ground

Needless flowers of speech

I cannot endure this shape

Needless flowers of speech

But they can't see inside of me

My own mind...

My mind is my prison

I have lost touch with reality

Mental breakdown: the insight, then the fall

And now deadness is ubiquitous

They dissect me without understanding

...Only a disease

Not a human being

Needless flowers of speech

I cannot endure this shape

Needless flowers of speech

But they can't see inside of me

My own mind...

My mind is my prison

I have lost touch with reality

I can resist my inner demons

I drown in the sea of forgiveness

But somehow I die with thirst

My own mind...

My mind is my prison

I have lost touch with reality

My own mind...

My mind is my prison

I have lost touch with reality