Thoughts are

Drowning me

In my head

A pool

Of lies

And conspiracies

Not stopping

Until I have sunk

But I know how to swim


Memories are

Burning me

Lighters with fire

Brushed against

My skin

Not stopping

Until I am ashes

But my mother was a nurse


Your presence

Is like

A gun

Firing bullets

At my heart

Not stopping

Until I am shot

I go numb

And I am wounded

Who knew I was not bulletproof?


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