My temper restricts me from doing a lot.
Isolation has been my best remedy lately.
But isolation leaves me tip-toeing on a thin rope,
A border that separates insanity and the only sense of humanity I have left.
Depression is the gust of wind that sends me toppling over into the dark void that is insanity.
My heart is confused.
Should I accept the fact that I've gone mad?
Or should I change it and crawl my way out of the dark place that is my mind?