Hey there, do you have a walking stick?
I need to stay on my feet,
Together with my broken soul,
Fragmented mind and severed happiness,
I'm no longer at bay,
I'm a lovely chaos with a tint of fun,
I'm going insane,
I'm drowning in my own delusions.
I've caved in on my head
Several times and over,
Sometimes I feel like squeezing till I hear a crack,
Not my windpipe, no, that would be outrageous,
My skull, yes, that broken piano on the deck,
The piano that plays my terror's tune,
I want to squeeze and hear them splinter out,
Broken, just like me, held only by a single strand.
My solace fortress is a wreck,
My happy place is in ruins,
I have traded my joy for protection,
I feel my heart pounding and fluttering,
Maybe it's sprained but it won't stop,
It has to run with my neurons,
They are doing a good job causing havoc,
Giving me nightmares and a chest race,
I think my rib cage is going to shred,
Along with my fraying skull,
Maybe once my last impulse is fired.
Am sure if it was love I'd be okay,
Because I'd be caught when falling,
But this feels different,
Sleepless nights with occasional tears,
I know I'm breaking, if not already broken,
I think it's alright,
I'd be fine once I'm stitched up,
For now I'm trying to survive,
I hope some sunshine falls on the outside,
Because the darkness inside isn't that friendly,
My peace is broken and in a far reach.
Kg_asare_🎈
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PsychoDrama and Terrors🥀
PuisiI'm talking to myself and I hope I'm listening, I'm juggling the inside and outside heavy, I'm keeping it from falling apart, I'm holding it together just by a strand, One day it will rip of from my palm, together with a tear or two but now, let...
