Sunday, 11 September 2016

Bordering On Broken

It is like having a child in my head
Screaming at me constantly
Telling me what to do
And begging for treats.

It’s like I’m a volcano
Waiting to erupt
At any time
And any place.

It’s like being tortured
By overwhelming emotions
And having your brain
Set on fire every day.

Little things like an argument
Or losing a pen or a pound
Cause me to lose my shit
And fall broken to the ground.

I don’t trust anyone
Especially not myself
And my life seems to be ruled
By this thing called mental health.

It’s being so alive
But only just at times
It’s like being punched
In the heart numerous times.


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