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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