Darkness is light as Day is night
Sight cannot See , this Air you cannot Breathe
Hoping to be set Free
You Tremble and Shake but you Stand Still
Teetering off the Window Sill
You're neither Up , neither Down
This may be the Ceiling, may be the Ground
You Eat, You Drink , Your Mouth stays Dry
Your Stomach is Empty, You're Dead and Alive
And you Cry , you Cry, and you Cry
But your Cheeks remain Dry
Bruises the same Color as your Skin
This can be a Blessing , or it can be a Sin
No matter how much you Think, you Think, and you Think about it
You can never truly Decide
The Switch is On and Off, Your Thoughts
Your Entire Being starts to Rot
This can be Crazy, but not Downright Insane
But No , There's definitely no Chemicals inside my Brain
Okay? Okay.
Check back another Day.
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Mixed Thoughts
PoetrySometimes what goes on in your head is too much to keep inside