Hurt yourself more

Poem on every individual who talks to himself often.

Happiness is just like death;
It will eventually come to me now or then.
Just the time left is hurting me bad;
I just wanna know how it's happening & when?

Frustates me pretty much;
Every second of this waiting eat my eyes.
All the smoke teases my nostrils;
But the truth of present signifies.

They hate my fate;
I sabotage my droplets to seek rain.
Shivering is the coldest wind inside me;
I whisper fear to renovate pain.

Covered with insanity of my dreams;
I never really enjoyed the ways to them.
My executions fear the negativity of my plans;
Just realised- sunconscious isn't just merely a spam!