I went to a place,
I called it my home.
How was I supposed to know,
It would leave me all alone.

Depressed everyday,
They told me nothing.
The few good souls,
Would make it amazing.

The authority is *******,
It didn’t even look at me.
Wanted to make money,
Didn’t want to help my sanity.

I begged them to change,
They turned a blind eye.
Left a depressed kid,
Sad and very lied.

Darkness, o darkness,
I call for the sight.
Hidden inside you,
The small shred of light.

It’s a strange little globe,
The people, despair.
The ones who are happy,
Not know what happiness is.

The belief in feelings,
They don’t yet understand.
Everything is alright?
That’s a fool’s stance.

Woke up, saw a face.
Looking down, on the bed.
Looking through, my eyes.
My soul, and my sight.

My blood, pumped up.
My heart started to weep.
My brain, needed more oxygen.
To get me out of this heap.

How did this happen,
Where was I lost.
Why couldn’t I figure out,
What happened after the dark?

Getting out of the covers,
Took like 10 freaking hours.
As I looked at the date,
And went off to mars.

I had to do it quick,
My life was on the line.
One wrong step,
And I’d weep so much that I die.

Fortunately for me,
My saviour had come.
Panic was telling me,
Take a deep breath and began.

******* monkey,
You ruined so much of my time,
But the real monster was here,
A beast in disguise.

I began, with a breath.
And a big glass of coke.
It told me to be calm,
And remain for the toast.

It showed me what I needed,
It showed me a way.
But first it told me,
To remain calm is the way.

I worked for hours,
And the days to come.
Took deep breaths,
And played games in the dim.

All was not lost,
I still had my sight.
Thank you panic,
Showing me a way, from my might.

The complexity,  Melancholy.
My life, A fantasy.
My world, imagination.
My time, not reality.

In an universe, far far away.
My thoughts, in the way.
Freedom, from nature.
From world, from hature.

The world, Paradoxial.
The brain, doesn't exist.
The mind, behind.
Controling, the veins.

Stop, said the world.
You have gone too deep.
You need to get out,
Or you will be lost in it's sleep.

But, it feels, like heaven.
On this very small earth.
Went deep, inside,
Knowing very well it's worth.

In a place, free of cost.
Free of will, free of despair.
There's nothing in my heart,
In my soul, to repair.

But the paradox, Remains.
What is indeed real.
Is it me? My world?
Or the place where I feel?

I need to stop.
Please show me a way.
To control, my brain.
Control my very space.

Please help me out.
Out of this place.
So full, of riddles.
A very very big maze.

Once, I learn control.
I can figure out what to do.
What to think, what to search.
Finally figure out the truth