in the fog

when I've lost my mind I have lost everything to I am never properly of anything that in that state I do when I have spoke out of touch with myself and my eyes are filled with tears I have always uttered something I wish I had not said things I regret dearly before I go to bed I question day and night why am such a mess but truth is I'll i know is am hard to fix I feel hard to miss but these feelings are why I'm so stuck in the mist