'anxiety' ' 'fear' 'mental illness' 'mental health'
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Manic is when she is at her best
Broad strokes on an open canvas
Red, red, red
You hate red
But that’s all you see
Make it stop
My mind is swelling today
Swelling of fallacies
False foes that engorge each time a thought grows
Their writing reads me Written in my blood their stories Haunted with thoughts Thinking they made me The files don't bore me They bare me They score me Tally up each sore horror flick Irk my heart and make me tick Words in ord
They fuck with me It's sadistic and ugly I am no doll don't play with me Running no longer, instead facing Stalker, crazy, demonic entity maybe Scar your name upon my skin Tear apart my tissues to cry into The twisted figure fi
Knock, knock, knock On the walls of my mind Feeling stuck; Lost in time Thoughts are fueled by dark matters Succumbing to madness, like that of a hatter Constant battle between voice's chatter Repeating, repeating; Mind over matte
my mind is seated waiting for lessons repeated; open ears hear word of pop quiz for wiz kids; testing in same boundaries astonishment at answers variance ; daily dualities in order to find person asking more to find deepest perversio
As I sit here, absorbed in my own mind, my thoughts race faster than seconds passing by, I'm losing track of time Feeling as though I'm trapped inside of my own thoughts, everything I think makes my heart first soar then drop These thou
Burning beyond belief by this violently raging brain
Freezing from an impenetrable heart, frozen by years of pain
Stone exterior, attempting to contain
Is a person still a person if nothing but a contradiction to themselves
How about the inability to find who they are without assistance from someone else
They see what you allow them to see
The only care they have is to feel you're not crazy
Never crazy; simply lost, fearful of your own thoughts
Fear of admittance, confessions untold, cause for the beatings endured by mind and soul
Poisonous guilts, toxic thoughts, plagued by whispers
5 years old
Staring at the mirror
Wondering why god ever brought me here
Achy thoughts-in my mind
Keeping them in, shutting people out
13 years old
Running so fast
Anxiety over scribbled words
Chaotic, muted thoughts
Perhaps not pleasant or worthy
But mine
These are palms drenched by a bucket of fear,and a thumping heart that popped out my chest.I constantly dread that my time is near,so there I wait, with eternal unrest.
