Nocebo

I know this is how it begins
A healthy soul could never feel like this

Chronic empty feeling of despair
Unquite mind
Opportunities withering
This can't be healthy

Inherently wrong, flawed
Unbearable, eroded self
Shriveled and soaked

World could be a better place
If i just could only stop feeling
This anxiety, this pain, this life

I know this is the end
A healthy body could never feel like this

Anger, sadness and fear, buried below

My blood is clotting
My heart is plodding
My eyes are scouring ( Cocroaches in sight:Cocroaches in my sight)
... My body is rotting

I know this is how it ends
World will be better place as i die
As i die!