Process of Individuation

Twenty-two years still wondering where my mind has been
Time spent being jaded and filled with discontent
Disconnected my instincts and left them in bed
Alongside with the dreams that I always forget
My sleep paralysis is still haunted by your silhouette
Daunting from the white noise of shit that I still regret

I welcome my last breath
With the lost taste of oxygen
From choking on my pride and
Drowning in the indifferences
These inhibitions projecting through vanity
Won't stop the emptiness from swallowing my
Memories

Islands of recollections construct the development
I've numbed my senses slowly to prepare for the evidence

Controlling convictions from deluded self-judgments
Until I misguide my trust and ignore the adjustments

Is this self-projection confused as intuition?
Unconscious aggression, no tools of wisdom

This is the process of individuation