I am lying on my bed
Eyes wide open
My mind muzzled
My mind keeps on playing tricks with me.
Doesn't let me sleep because I have got to go to work now
Doesn't let me get up because I feel uneasy to go out
And at times like these
Even the ceiling, the walls, the empty floor looks interesting to stare at.
Is it going to be another failure like yesterday?
How it has been three weeks since I went to work...
The promises I make to myself every night, where do they disappear to, in the morning light?
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Diary of my perfect mental disorders
RandomI am genocider and I suffer from anxiety and depression. And here I am sharing my little moments in life with you, hoping it would reach you.
