My ribs are a cage,
but it's not for my heart.
It bares its fangs
to tear me apart.
The teeth that grind
and chew and swallow,
I keep confined.
I'll soon be hollow.
They gnash and bite
to devour me whole.
Just out of sight,
they eat my soul.
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Ghostwriter
PuisiLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
