this voice
talking in my head
nonstop
crazy things
that don't make sense
making me go insane
taking deep breath's
to calm down a little
this anxiety
that doesn't seen to leave me
thinking it's my best friend
and i just wish it was dead
taking my pills
one, two, tree
maybe five or seven
even if they don't work
getting hight
or sleepy
falling on the floor
laughing to the wind
that came out of the void
i think that my brain
left me alone
till i sleep some more
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Poetrythe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
