I am Broken..

I confess I am overwhelm.

 I have botched things in many ways. I am drained of the pressure. The worry, the fear that keeps me at a halt.
I have no goals. I am gone astray. I have no thought what my way of life is for.
I want to slumber once more and feel daylight waking me to a day full of prospect as I bear in mind when I was youthful.
This is my cry.
Rebellious, and not being ready for its penalties.

  Departure from my dwelling, and it dissolving before I could go back.

 Things appalling and discomforting that a small number recognize in relation to me, but everyone notices.

 It's not printed on my temple, but you can observe it in my gaze… If I ever let somebody see in my eyes.

 The peacefulness.  There are abrasions that may until the end of time hemorrhage.

 The bravery.  To give the impression of being outside my skylight again sooner or later.

 The astuteness.  I have no thought what reality is any longer.

 I am broken....