Have you ever felt like there was something inside you that is itching to get out? Like a knot that claws at your stomach, trying so desperately to escape your body?
Have you ever felt what it was like when you try so hard to keep that knot contained? That feeling you get when the pressure just builds inside of you just waiting to burst out at the seams?
Have you ever felt what it was like when that pressure made you explode? When your insides turn out and you have no control over the river that flows through the broken the damn?
Well I have, and let me tell you this much. It is not pretty.
It's scary.
It's terrifying.
It's confusing.
It's complicated.
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This Is Me, I Guess
ПоэзияStories and poems of what it's like to be inside my head. **Warning** Some of the chapters in this story may trigger those who suffer or have suffered from a mental illness, mainly depression and anxiety.
