fauxcroft

I am careering towards breakdown mode

Wrestling with the insanity of the matrix code,

Whilst humming to myself an ancient ode

Over and over in a fetal position discord,

Screaming over and over aiming to hit the right cord,

That will break this emotional damage

And bring out the tribal, eldritch savage,

And as tears stream, and sweat cascades from me

And I spit when shouting involuntarily to share my needs,

In a form of incoherent pleas, people simply stare at me

Unable or unwilling simply and caringly to see,

How gradually I am sinking to my knees

Ready to surrender maniacally,

Into a toxic state of self loathing and hate

Screaming even louder get me out of this place and state.