It calls to me.
It cries for me.
It screams at me.
It lets out furious roars at me.
My soul, it breaks.
My soul, it has cracks and holes.
My soul, it screeches for me to let it be it's true form.
My soul, it's caged inside and it gets beaten my heart and mind.
The mind is a scary place.
It leaves me breathless after I've thought about something cruel.
The subconscious is a cruel thing.
The mind has never truly taken sides.
My heart is broken.
My soul is crushed.
My mind is twisted.
My body is completely fine.
It's crying louder.
It never stops crying out!
There is never a moment of silence.
She shows me visions of red, black and blue.
Discolored skin plagues my thoughts because of her.
Her voice is nearly melodic and soothing.
All while she cradles me, gently laying me into a pillow.
She silences my thoughts into the pillow.
It calls to me.
She cries for me.
It screams at me.
She lets out furious roars at me.
It desperately wants my attention.
She is always gnawing at me and is always giving me visions.
She is here.
She is loud.
She is cruel.
She doesn't care for me.
I am hurt.
I am in internal, external and eternal pain.
I want her to leave me alone.
I know, however.
I know.
I am her.
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My Brain Book
غير روائيOkay, so when I'm having any writer's block or just have any random thoughts rampaging through my brain or I really need to let people know something... I'll just write a little something in this little book. I'm here for you guys.
