Constantly running out of patience.

Mind spinning out of control.

Lacking innocence.

Needing a better life to hold.

I used to love harder.

But now I struggle to love myself.

It’s beginning to move away further and further.

I am going insane.

My presence is practically nuclear.

Being around me is a dangerous game.

I could only imagine the disappointment when you witness this side of me.

No one could handle it.

This is not how I used to be.