Blurred vision through clouded eyes
ruining these moments again and again
This happiness can't last,
not with the way my brain works.

And it's funny because I am happy,
mostly,
But when I am I can't always feel it;
that kills me inside.

When I'm sad though my mind tends to
blow everything out of proportion;
I either crave to freely relapse
or to end it all.
Self-abortion.