Losing Sight of Sanity

I cant just do it on a dime, this writing.
Takes more than sense to rhyme, it's like fighting
Internal uphill battle, yet in eternal decline.
The root of this feeling stems evil, anything but devine
The numb is a comfort, an emotion i could accept
The numb is taking over, slowy now, by regret
Things i might miss, these adventures of betrayal
This is what we call living? Life lacks weight on this grand scale.
Lack of understanding makes me inconsistent, nervous.
And writing of these things makes me distant, leaves me wordless
Overcome you say? to be happy is what i've wanted.
Overcome i may, yet by fear i'll still be haunted.