Mental lives in my head

No. 

Mental is my head? 

Irrelevant. 

Mental makes life hard when life is easy,

Makes overthinking the normal,

Tears a routine, 

Control a battle, 

Reassurance an absolute necessity.

Mental makes me love so hard,

And question if I deserve it back.

I don’t.

Mental says everyone’s lying,

Says I should cease to exist, 

Tells me suppression isn’t avoidance,

And depression isn’t real.

It’s that black void I suck myself into-

But it’s not me. 

It’s Mental.

So don’t even look into that darkness.

Once it’s there,

It never really leaves.