how i found myself bound

how i found myself bind
by rules whilst living rulelessy
living blindly
depressed mildly

i cant write anymore
i am a real person i
puking all the misplaced
all my missed days

my mind is broken
or maybe its becoming a whole
im starting to like poetry
my mind thinks of rhymes instead of bursting out stuff

maybe i
do not know
may be i,
do not know

am i what i used to be
whats the next sentence supposed to be
what shall be made of me

peacefully