During A Mental Breakdown

I stomp on the ground, clasp my head

Too much enigma, I'm numb like dead.

It all just a blur; so surreal yet so real,

I see the eyes; Am I inanimate or cruel?

Am I good enough? Am I blindly in trial?

I pace like a ghost or am I stuck in denial?

I'm on a sad lonely beach, scorching heat,

Eyes shut, lost in thoughts, face forward.

Splash of sunshine, birds sing and tweet

Wind brushes my face, pulls hair onward.

Thousands of waves break over my feet

These dreamy chaos pulls me backward.

Remember, all the colors used to reflect her?

Was a purple bird flying on the blissful azure

Or a green moth on nectar ready to devour.

Between this, how much does she feel mature?

Does she still touch the morning dews on flower

Or tic-tic...rush hour, stole her cold soul's cure?

Since when did I become this colourless?

Here I'm on invisible water looking like water.

But isn't water MEANT to be cold & colorless.

My brights faded away replacing the better.

Oh dear God! Help me hold on to me, please!

I'm water- symbol of life-n-death, Yes! I matter!

I can smell the pumpkin burn, I hastily turn

A thousand gleaming fire flash like an air gun

Oh God! Where am I? In my room, on my feet

We slowly sank, me and my heart, together at least

The vision ceased, back to reality, I tend to run-

Where to? I dried my tears, this sullen day is done.