Losing a grip on reality

Fading in my own mortality
Time fly's and days pass
Living In a castle made of glass


Pain and joy mix and match
Love and hate never patch
Bitter sweet drops poring to my veins
Never resting mind, full and never drains


Building hopes on disappointments
Bruise my mind with fake proportions
Faith is weakened by the moment
Bleeding heart though sinus noted


Can we change what's was and passed
Try to patch the broken glass
Heal the wounds without a scar
But life is not a broken car

.Not quite, not really, not at all