I'm haunted. Literally fucking haunted. My head is dark. My world could be as peaceful as a dream but I mentally cannot handle it. I'm losing it. I'm crawling back into the hole again. Maybe I'll see you in Wonderland but if not I'm sorry but I can't stay here. I can't stay anywhere. I am sick. I am mentally sick. I perceive everything in my reality to be a big conspiracy. I hate myself. I just want to be happy but my mind won't let me. I'm dying. I need someone to save me. I need someone to please fucking save me. I don't want to go back to the psyche ward again. I don't want to lose it all over my fucking mind again. Playing tricks. Playing tricks. What's the conspiracy. I'm flying on my broom. I'm dying in this room. I don't know anymore if I'll be able to stand. I refuse to let go. I am not man. I'm a god damn virus. I'm a god damned demon. A cursed angel. Something foul. Something sick and damaged. I fucking hate myself. I fucking hate myself.
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Death sentence
PoetryA self exploration of life and death and the duality in the ultimate cycle in which we exist. From atoms to destiny. Knowledge is power. But knowledge beyond what humanity can handle is a death sentence.......
