The Mental Notes of a Mad Man

Im breaking down.
The world is crumbling and I am its safety net.
Created for a statistic.
A ratio for realism.
I cant see the end, my eyes too affraid to focus.
breathing in deep the insanity.
Handed free vanity in the pools of thoughtless comprimise.
why do i take partake of the departed?
why do the departed continue to take from me?
hands extended to release thoughts.
Provoking me with their cold exhaust.
anxiety baring its teeth like hungry hounds.
overwhelming it forces me to the ground.
I cant stand, for the weight of the world is upon me.

Very good


great writing boomer hugs thank you for sharing it

tries to help lift some of the weight :muscles: