Bottom feeder

So much in my head at the moment. Words mostly. Jumbled thoughts. Jagged sentences. All in my head, shifting like sands in a desert. I see mirages sometimes - optical illusions which fool my brain.

I need a new brain. I need a brain that does not betray me, a brain that is not broken, a brain that does not haunt or taunt me, a brain that is not set to self destruct. Why can't we be friends?

I've reached the depths of this experience. All I do is bottom feeding. The darkness does not relinquish its captive. It does not hear the pleadings of a bottom feeder.

So much agony in this swirling world of pain.