No medication's ever made them stop,
All I think about is everything I'm not,
I yearn to be different, with some silence,
I can't fake no more smiles,
This drives me mad as well as sad,
I hate to hang there all alone the whole night,
I think my hope is a broken lens,
I can't see through.My smiles are patched,
Like a torn and punctured tube,
Just like my thoughts,
They are stitched up,
Hi, my anxiety attacks are large and vast,
I think they are like an alternate universe,
One that is existing in my head.My shattering self with a predilection of silence,
I'm fractured and my feet are tired,
They've been running for a very long time,
I wake up with tears,
Mostly streaking my cheeks at night,
I'm guilty of my own desires.My thoughts stimulate my pain,
Probably I'm bruising old wounds,
Maybe broken shells,
But I like broken things,
They remind me of myself,
How perfect I was,
Can I rebuild my hiding place,
It keeps me alive from this fear,
Fear of the world.I am in an anarchy and my mind is the anarchist,
They give me demons,
Those you see vividly,
They are from my dreams,
My memories,
I know I'm living a lie,
A fallacy that seems real like a Tuesday chocolate,
One that never melts until midnight,
In any way they never last, it all breaks.kg_asare_🎈
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PoesíaI'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...