My mind isn't made like yours.
Where your blue wire is connected from your happiness to the things you love,
my hangs freely.
Unplugged.
Your red wire is connected to your motivation.
The things that keep you going.
Mine is connected to a fear of failure.
The volume button for your emotions sits comfortably at a 5, while mine is turned up to an eleven, waiting for the smallest comment to push me over the edge.
Your wired for life, I'm wired for death.
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My Mind On Paper
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. These are for the heartbroken, the hopeless romantics, the lonely, and the people struggling with their mental health. Also, I try to add a nice picture to every chapter to take away from some deep-ness(?) of som...
