The Illusion of my life

One hundren seventy three poems ago
I had a friend
But for as beautiful as it was
It came to an end
One hundred seventy three poems ago
I was unwell
And to this very day
I'm in a living hell

Nothings quite the way it was
Nothings as it should be
And now the world is upside down
Nothings as it seems
Reflection in the tears
Reflection on the wall
Catch my collapsing soul
Catch me as I fall

verything in my head
Is just broken thoughts
Its the act of deceite
The act I never bought
I look so sickly sad
I'm stuck inside a dream
In a world of broken thoughts
Were nothings as it seems