How imagination, can lead to uneeded procrastination.
Broken.
Broken, now, I know I've gone to far,
Sinking, now I know why this has led to despair,
Feeling undone, what have I become?
I feel my mind twisting, my thoughts are racing.
My memory has shaped mountains into imagination,
My thoughts had dried out seas of theories,
What once was or going to be, is now surreal,
I feel it tearing at my bone, guilt, cannot be undone.
Getting lost in thought, has caused the discord of my relationships,
Imagining what this could unviel, I've lost your life,
I no longer breath air, all I know is smoke,
Smoke from the fire that is guilt and wounds.
I bare these scars because I thought too much,
I broke a promise and now, imagination has broken me.
I need to contact Splatty about judging also XD