I found some of my writings

Another lonesome night spent lamenting unknowable if’s and but’s. The walls are coming down, crumbling, slight cracks snake up from the ground, chips of plaster abandon there post and tumble hard, downwards. I sit, watching, and the last shudders of life drift out to rejoin the ether.

I sit and smile, an effect distilled from the pleasure of both watching this event and feeling it. I am a pathetic husk of a human being, an irretrievably broken man, endlessly pestered by apathetic and cowardly thoughts, of means to escape my open cage. I am institutionalized, I fear.

A throbbing vein mocks me as I contemplate a sharp edge. Would I cower or happily bid life adieu.

I have nothing. A meager collection of traits, salvaged from the dead, those brave enough to put themselves in writing.

I thrust no-one, I suspect everyone. The close few left are holding. I both feel and fear this is so.

What happened?

Something definitely did!

My concern with the opinions of others has left me on edge.