
I open my eyes
and the devil is already telling me lies.
Mad at the world
for just being twirled.
Every step I take
filled with hate.
Everything I touch
takes too much.
Am I going insane?
Is something wrong with my brain?
Maybe I need to eat
or put up my feet.
Do I need a drink?
Is that the missing link?
Why am I so tired
and feel like I am on fire?
Something must be wrong,
I just don’t belong.
My world burns to the ground
without making a sound.
Someone help me please,
this is not me.
My inner thoughts are too loud,
noisy like a crowd.
My sanity bound.
My confidence, nowhere to be found.
I don’t understand
or know how much more I can withstand.
Then I see the crimson flow,
coming from below.
Clarity comes to mind
as my body refines.
Just another rollercoaster trip the abyss,
never to be missed.
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Brilliant, Heather!💚
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Thank you
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You’re welcome ☺️
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I feel this. Great writing
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Thank you!
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I love to see you expressing yourself in poetry!
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Thank you!!
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