Insane

I'm insane,
I don't know what I am,
A thinker? Or someone to be framed?
Ive lost myself into thoughts, so far I can hardly ever get out,
My imperfections are hated by others, making a case in my mind that my "brothers" are all traitors.
I'm not allowed to die,
I'm not able to live,
I'm stuck in between, scarcely breathing,
I feel my soul giving into the bonds of life,
This ride of stress catching up to my person,
I want to drown myself, and have my body disappear so that any memory of me is wiped away,
My atomic particles are all hoping to join me in the fray,
But with my skies gray and the sweet smell of her breath
I'm stuck in between life and death.