To understand,  the ability to realize each aspect of a situation and accept it.
Now, do I understand myself?  Does anybody?  No... well, I don't.
I have the ability to confuse myself on levels beyond reach but I grasp the idea of the mystery.
Who am I? Will I be able to ever understand me?
I don't think anybody will ever understand themselves, yet, we still try to, only to cause self destruction.
Self destruction?  You ask wondering how the discovery of oneself can destroy them, but the reality of it all is that somethings should be kept hidden, buried, indiscernible to prevent something disastrous from erupting on the inside of us.
No one understands how dangerous the human mind can be; we are atomic bombs waiting to explode and the detonator would be the discovery of oneself BUT we are forever in the dark... keep it that way.
The key to understanding yourself is realizing you need to remain a mystery.

It all seems so distant and institutionalized;
the horror of factual information of our spiritual deaths.
Why are are we still walking if our breaths have been taken away?
Our minds have been shut down from ever creating a new world for ourselves; we have been drained, I have been drained.
I'm ****** dry of all life but strut aimlessly through each day as if my heart is still beating.
I have become a lifeless drone following the path that the dark universe has destined for everyone to follow.
I wanna cut loose but what am I really running from?
It's so normal to be a captive but I am not normal.
It's my breaking point and I'm finally escaping this suicidal social torture chamber called life.
In the killing of my spirits has come the rebirthing of my mind
I am now me
I am FREE

Free will, open thoughts, scarce resources, random moods, good music...

Art.

A beautiful display of emotions that can be depicted so uniquely.
Only understandable to those with a mind's eye.
I'm at peace with myself, and now I can freely write off pure emotion and not off disoriented thoughts.
My spirit has been released of its demons and I'm patching up the holes with the Godly presence that continues to follow me.
My Art can now be pure, my Art can now be real; my Art is no longer mental, because I've found my freedom.

I'm delivered

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    It's all becoming darker; I'm becoming darker and this fall is never ending, becoming deeper as the hours past.
     I've tripped over myself and now I'm bubbling in my evils and the abyss of my tears is trying to engulf me.
     Most days I wanna relieve others of my existence but I realize that they've lost their own lives and we've all been placed in this darkness together, only, my dark is darkest and I've become blind to life.
     I reach for the light my Heavenly Father has shun for my rescue but my sinful deeds have chained themselves to my thoughts and are dragging me down, pulling me deeper into the pool that resides in the asylum on the desolate hill in my mind that no one acknowledges.
     I'm no longer important and my thoughts of confirming words are showering down on me.

     Please, I beg, someone save me because I am * drowning*.