Natas,
Soul taker,
Heartstealer.
You name it, he'll be it.
He will kill all of your memories,
And he will be the death of me.
Natas,
Leave me alone.
Stay out
of my
brain.
Get out of my head.
Get out of my head.
Get out of my head.
Get out of my head before I do what I know best.
Get out of my head before I tell her how much I love her.
Get out of my head until I listen to everything you've told me.
Get out of my head.
Get out of my head.
Get out of my head.
Get out of my head before you die.
Get out of my head before I hurt you.
Get out of my head before you kill me.
GET. OUT. OF. MY. HEAD.
But life doesn't end,
Does it?
But a poem isn't even finished.
But you're just a dead weight, aren't you?
You never care.
I keep telling you to get out of my head,
Poem after poem, you won't listen to my calls for help,
I want to suppress you, I want you gone, hire an exorcist.
Leave me alone, never return.
My thoughts are a jar
The more I think, the more it fills
Up, up, up!
But the jar gets too full...
Then all the fun stops.
YOU ARE READING
Headspace I - Remastered
Poesía"Headpsace I" is an introspective poetry collection that delves into the complexities of the mind, charting a course through the tumultuous waters of mental health, self-identity, and the darkness that whispers from the corners of our consciousness...
