The asylum of my thoughts [Poetry]

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I'm dying inside of myself
I'm stuck and I can't crawl out of this hell
It feels like somehow I've fabricated my own pain
And I've got it on constant replay

It's like I'm cursed to decay in a living body
A body that looks fine and well
But on the inside it's damaged and ugly
I want to be fine but I can't

I'm anchored to a sinking ship
I'm running out of air
But it seems that I can't care

I want to feel the breeze on my knees without the worries seizing me
I want to see the colours of the world not just black and white empty feelings.
-s