Suicidal Conscience *revised*

Okay i realize this is another failed attempt at writing a poem with the concept of you brain telling you to kill yourself...i guess i should stop trying to pull this off now lol

Breath becomes short this nightmare is real
Taste is transparent, numb means cant feel
They laugh to spite you and to conceal
So ponder what method for you is ideal

You walk through the halls
Loaded with narcissistic sheep
Secluded by a system
That segregates you from getting sleep

Deprived of solace and consorts
Metamorphosed into the repressed
Burdened by enmity and remorse
Desperate to coerce the numbness arrest

They glare at you with shifty eyes
Control you with their illusions
Paradisiacal lives veiled with attraction
Bend and break you into confusion

So as it proceeds the emptiness consumes
Recycled thoughts soon envelope
Deform your desires and leave you
Abandoned and deprived, alone without hope

Denying their degrading suspension
Burning out under internal electricity
Therapy implements failure because
You are everything thats cradles toxicity

Mundane accusations and rejection
Maladjusted, the awkwardness will repeat
Only one way to suspend reality
Your enemy you must defeat

All to well, you know who resists you
Your deformity alone is your reflection
Spun beneath the surface and fog
Purely your own stupidity that inflicts infection

Wrapped up head in plastic, suffocate
Choke on rejection and pills, sedate
Reflect the treatment you received, hate
Engaged and too fatal too contemplate