Sometimes, my head is my worst enemy. It gives me physical pain, which wears me down and tears me apart from reality. Then it gives me thoughts, so many thoughts that I get flooded and drown. Worries take my confidence, irrational fears and insecurities slice my soul, hurting me almost as much as my scars. So here I stand, a weapon constantly pointed at me, a knife in my head. I wouldn't be surprised if I suddenly cried blood.
Really short chapter, can't write a novel everyday, huh? Hope you had fun with it.
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When Darkness enters my mind
PoetryLate night spirals of thoughts and worries Trigger warning: If you are sensitive towards constant mentioning of dark, depressing topics then you might not enjoy reading this.
