I'm on the mend when the monkey wrench is thrown in, compounding my psychosis breaking my head again. Thoughts come flooding in, as I use the monkey wrench to stop the leak before I am overwhelmed. The monkey wrench doesn't work as it only makes my head worse, causing these thoughts to pour in. I drown in fear as these thoughts fill my ears as I hear the monkey wrench laughing within.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Puisipoetry 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.
