Its a lonely place -
My brain,
Always out to get me,
With no escape.
The house of paranoia,
Waiting, anticipating only doom,
Not once has it ever said,
Youre human too.
My brain is my biggest enemy,
The voice in my head too,
They never support me,
Like others they bring me down too.
I am ill,
I need help,
With multiple fractures in my brain,
My wiring there is now loose.
Im a psychotic man,
On free run,
But don't worry,
It's not to you that I gun/shun.
I run and run,
Trying to escape,
Looking for a loophole,
My saving grace.
But alas,
How far can I run,
The demon lies within me,
My living death has begun.
But oh!
What's the point of such a life?
One that is a misery to bear,
Some one save me!
Save me from living this hell.
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PoetryHey people! These poems are a flow of my words. Some phrases that I have jotted down when inspiration hits me. The book was to be based only on the theme - life. Thus the first few poems are on that topic, however not all the poems are now based on...
