Highly Sensitive Life

I'm gripped by the black veil of my thoughts, Clouding what's supposed to be obvious, Been ages since I felt truly relaxed and good, With no addictions to direct swings of my mood, As I see the paths that I often travel into, Rarely choosing one that my feeling wants true, Losing hours and hours of my time and health, In what's nothing more than an intuitive stealth, Feeling hypersexual to get some exhilaration, In order to bury deep down all of my frustration, The past haunts along with the sharp edged guilt, Poisoning the good experiences that can be built, Being hopeless and cynical of what's to happen, Time has its wrath and my interpretations deepen.