Mental breakdown I call it.
We deteriorate throughout life,
Loosing all those pure feelings,
And acquiring only dull thoughts.
But why is the question?
Do we have to change?
Is this mental breakdown part of our meaningless life?
Breaking down into small pieces
Just makes us become different shapes along our way.
Change our smile.
Change our eyes.
Change our voice.
Change our lives.
Is being pure and complete all the time
Something that can’t be attained?
Do we all have to become blank sheets?
Negative smiles? Negative sights?
I hope not.
For my only wish is
That I don’t breakdown,
Just if I haven’t,