Dystopia

My world is burning.
Tired of complaining.
Sick of all my negative.
Stuck on my point of view.

Allowing my struggle.
Has become too deep.
But it's the deepness,
That blocked all avenues.

Too much smoking.
I cracked my mind.
And in perspective,
I realized what i knew.

Like I've awakened.
And hate all that has happened.
I finally see it clearly,
And can't break through.

As always on my mind.
I'll try to get around it.
But i can't even imagine,
The next day.
Or what to even say.
Silent and blank.

Realization.
That the only one i can fault,
Is myself for this long.

Clarity and answers leave me horrified.
Shell-shocked.

Reality known instantly,
Self-sabatoged.
At a loss.

This shit is gut wrenching.
Nerve pinching.
Felt by both.

And we can't even come together,
Too much emotion,
Unison broke.

So i keep filling up my lungs,
Until i choke.

Momentary strength,
Inevitably defeated.