
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.