Inside spunk. (Poem)

Reality sometimes switches to fantasy,
habits like heroin have it to feel,
Try obsessively until it turns to manically.
Battle the brilliance until you dream it real.
Leave lungs until there's anxiety,
Play patience until you crack,
Happy and suicidal, always a variety.
Happy hearts tumble till black.
Flames over turmoil makes your insides boil,
Ice over water makes your top layers freeze,
Insides charred so your heart starts to spoil.
Confusion occurs and you fall to your knees.