the worms in my head feed on serotonin,
they won't let go
and when my brain runs out
they'll make way through my veins,
and i can feel them,
they eat my muscle
my fat, my skin
they blur my vision,
and they always win.
a psychiatric parasite.
they make me different,
they make me scared.
taking over reality,
taking over speech
and activity;
i swear i lose myself there
softly in it's arms
i fall so far down,
so far
that i dissappear
completely.
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Poetrya collection of poetry that's come from places of darkness or desires , these poems include themes of drvg add1ct1on, an0rexia, and other dark topics of life and illness through my eyes;
