Caana

I'm addled in what you've designed.
It's what causes these spaces in my mind.
It's what leaves me unable to find
the place where the world should be kind.

I'm strapped in for a daily ride.
It's what leaves me without any pride.
It's what makes me wish I'd already died,
while I wait for your disease to kill me from inside.

I'm sniffing at every new scent.
It's what leaves me broken & bent.
It's what leaves my head with a dent,
while I beg for more time to pay rent.

I'm wondering what happens now.
It's why I pointlessly rub my brow.
It's what breaks me under the plow.
It's why I'm dying, but just not how...