...and I'm sorry little one, i haven't known you for long. Suppressed in my mind for too long, forced to be shown.
As my problems grow, you've become one of them, and the biggest one yet.
I wreck my brain asking my voices for help but they laugh, giving me headaches, no peace.
As they feed on my sadness, their drool falls on the windowsills of my old room, through my eyes.
As my problems grow, you've become one of them, and the biggest one yet.
I know with you my happiness could increase, but part of me enjoys fear as it consumes you and as i slowly descend into insanity.
Please do not let me fall dear Lord.
Help me!
Addict-with-a-pen-says-sorry-for-not-being-the-one-your-mind-really-wanted🥀
