I've become unraveled as you pull at my loose threads of reality, as my sanity frays with each unwinding thread that keeps me tied to this plain. I begin to fade as more threads get pulled away, and my mind begins to slip away. I float away as there's no more threads to hold me together, as my threads have become unraveled.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
