I've been diagnosed and it all makes sense,

Years spent questioning,

Just stuck in my head.

Ignoring what plagues my mind,

Living on repeat time after time,

Yet without a sense of time.

Getting lost in the pace I was living,

Not taking time to stop and ask why.

Sitting in a puddle of confusion as to why my life became this way,

Numbing the pain through people, places, and things.

Always coming up short,

The feeling dies quickly,

They never want to stay,

Misused and taken advantage of by my own doing,

Breaking down day after day but still pursuing,

A life a chaos,

Living reckless but not free.