i constantly think
even when i don't drink
if i could have a win
and not think of what it could have been
head full of scenarios
each putting on visual shows
don't know how to feel
as they begin feeling more real
dragging me into the unknown
stress filling me to the bone
trying to figure out what's real and fake
so i can make an escape
from each and every thought
knowing how hard i fought
to get out of my head
and finally go to bed
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the reality of mental health
Poetry"you're a complicated person to love, and care for" "i know" i say "i deal with it every day" TW: sh, si, & mental illness. feel free to skip if you get triggered by these things #2 in poem collection (2.27.24) #1 in poem collection (4.12.24)
