18.22 p.m.

A wasted life, 
distorted day,

Sadness
blown away?

Broken dreams, 
destructive heart,

Life is over,  
stop, start.

Another week,  

hundredth year,

Sitting in the corner,
a teddy bear.

Another nightmare,
so forlorn ,

So empty,
so alone.

Another wound,

red raw scar,

Unrecognizable
Who the hell you are.

Another bruise,
unbearable pain,

It seems to me
You are mentally insane.