My mind is a forest. Not a forest of bright green leaves and fluffy animals. Its a forest of dark corners and dead leaves. Its the forest of sanctuary whers demons come to take refuge. My mind is the forest with no trail but a path of bad thoughts and dangerous temptations. My mind is inescapable because right when you reach a clearing the vines pull you back in. My thoughts, i call them the spiders. Spiders with 8 eyes whispering in my ear as they tie me up in their web at night. The spiders Sooth me to sleep with their ugly mumbles. The paranoia I call the birds. The birds follow me in my escape telling me all the terrible things that could happen if I get out of bed, go to school, talk to that person. It tells me that the small things I once thought were tiny stones have become heavy boulders in my mind. I want to escape this forest. I want to be in the sun, not this rainy night time forest.
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To be determined.
Poésierandom writings I do that I dont have enough courage to share with people I know and that im not commited to enough to put in my journal. Never been edited so excuse my grammar.
