The weirdness trudges around my skull like fiery worms inside my head.
I should be living my life for good but I'm consumed by darkness instead.
The broken glass of my psyche sits embedded in my face for all to see.
I've never been like this before, what the hell is happening to me?
The once concrete foundations that held me are crumbling under the press.
I have 2 personalities at constant fight but neither can cope with the stress.
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We Were Dinosaurs...
PoetryPoems made by me as a coping mechanism for manic depression, PTSD and anxiety
