Late at night in the darkness,
The whispers of my mind speak louder than before.
Taunting as they float around in the silence of my room.
Stealing away the possibilities of sleep as I now lay restless.
Hatred flowing in abundance within me as the thoughts take hold.
My anxiety a battle I every so often fail to retain.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
