Individual Breakdown

[Yelleryella123]

I can't breath

I dwell in side my broken mind.
I hold the pills in my hand.

I want to numb my thoughts.
See the world through a blank stare.

Leave the introspection
that has butchered me.

Drift in synthetic parallels
of interpersonal security.

I have felt this in my own way.
If you believe your mind is broken, than it is. Does it have to be a bad thing? I feel like some of the most beautiful things can come out of a perceived 'broken mind'.

A blank stare.. then you'd have no soul.
Contemplate until you are a whole.