Emotional Mess

This feeling, oh so strange it's so different than any new or old memory ever remembered by my brain still my heart has lurched towards its final beat and still this thought can not be seen What is this, that is falling off my face and dripping into my hands it's ripping my lungs out of my chest at a quickened pace it spins me into a dark whirlwind and out of my empty space So this is what you humans call emotions this feeling of being broken? and chosen to be tortured and addicted to this sickening game this twisted sense of fame as you bleed your eyes dry and fry what's left of your mind This tear that falls has left me all but blind so is this how we, as humans are set out to die?