Complexity

Veracity I open up with the tone of a voiceless pain that contain a pillar of loneliness. Weaken within my rights to equality, justice, and tranquility. I search for a solution's to elevate above the grounds which I wonders so restless without a since of directions or destination,  position in the state of decayed thoughts and lost identity. Why have I allowed persuasion too lead me to this point. Who have I become? How did I get to this complexity, of a broken will? As if I have fallen, too just lay there without the will to pick myself up, or if I have intentionally thrown myself into an abyss of quicksand to be consumed completely. I have been abused by addiction and accused by the system. Who have I become?