The tortured mind

Is my mind going insane.
Or is my reality to blame.

Yes I'm destruction.
Where's my instructions.
You want me to function.
But offer nothing constructive.

Do I sedate my mind.
Become numb to the pain that has caused my decline.
Open up my wounds and, I'll show you inside.
The hurt and the sorrow from a child left behind.

I want to free myself, heal myself.
Become the better version of my ideal self.

 Now release me please, we've been going on so long.
But I'm begging on my knees, I'm going on my own, so we can finally rest in peace.