Getting Worse

I have broken open and where I always expected sun rays to pour through

Only black despair seeps between the stitches of my body

I am nothing but weakness and submission

Bound together by a weak will and seventeen different shades of giving up

I left my consciousness in the sixth dimension

And lost my will to live on the corner of moving on and recovery

I am unable to breathe and am physically incapable of ever being alive

Nothing can fix me because I am past the point of irreparable

It is only a matter of time before I lose my homeostasis

And end up a puddled stain on the cement