did life brake my mind?

My demons.... locked deep in my chest... Warping my emotions and my cauterized out look at life... I see the world though the lens of truth and disappointment... So I can protect who I am... i have no angel... No love...from keeping me straying from the path... My mind is a complicated web of thoughts, beliefs and hopes... I rip my cold hart out of my chest... So I can't feel any more... A sharp pain in my hed reminds me of life... Every day is a haze... And every hour passes like a unwanted second... My eyes always look down in disappointment... And if not that... They are looking deep in to my thoughts... In my hed nothing makes senses... Time, life, hope, death echos deep in my mind... Is any thing real??? Does any thing make senses in this abstract life???