It's not a sickness
It's not a disease
I hope this will put your mind at ease
There is simply something wrong with me
I keep my curtains closed
And my door is locked
Because I fear something being cocked
But the bat underneath my bed will not stop the words in my head
I look to my friends when something is wrong
And they always sing the exact same song
I send a text and wait for a reply from them telling me not to die
They finally answer back, and what they tell me should give me a heart attack
This is why I have a wall, around me, that cannot fall
They attempt to tear it down trying to make me think I'm safe and sound
All I want to do is say goodnight, and succumb to the bright white light
They see my lifeless body on the cold hard floor, wishing that they had hung out with me more
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Just a Little Bit of My Mind
PoetryA collection of poems that narrates my deepest thoughts, dreams, fantasies and emotions. My mind wasn't built to be the greatest, just expressive. "The truth is no one can save me, that's why everyone leaves me You disappeared The rest think I'm too...
