Death I wished for
Suffocated I feel
Sad, perhaps might I be
Confused, an understatement to my catastrophe
Surrounded by amazing people, I sure was
But something was just wrong
When did death become my only thought?
When did happiness become a visitor?
When did I lose the good memories and kept the bad ones
When did I begin to see things that weren't there?
When did it all become an hallucination?
When did I become a shadow of myself?
Just when?