What does your mind look like?
Mine?
Oh you wouldn't like it.
Everything is dead.
The trees have no leaves.
The sky is only grey.
The storms are never ending.
My mind is a horrifying place.
A graveyard of the damned.
Screaming souls.
Wandering ghosts.
Tortured slaves to a master they can't see.
I can't tell my mind from reality sometimes.
The bodies lining my floor.
Are they real?
Or are they just...Them?
Them, trying to break me down.
They want to take my mind away.
Make me another wandering ghost.
Another tormented soul.
Another slave.
They don't know how strong I am.
But They know how weak you are.
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Anxiety
Horror"It's all in your head." "Just get over it!" "Can't you just NOT be depressed?" "Ignore it and it'll go away!" "I know how you feel." Common lies by people that know nothing. There is, however, one truth. "You aren't alone."
