8/4/20
"Forced myself to drain my thoughts 'til all that's left is a migraine.
I'd say I'm going insane:
Feeling psychotic----eyes welled up wanting to drip away like a faucet.
Body's lethargic.
Got no immunity for this sick and twisted internalized virus.
Every movement's a riot.
Imbedded in the silence.
Can't let the voices in or I'll spread a pandemic.
I'm the true menace, venom in my brain.
So I'll isolate until my mind forgets the Ode of Emotions until I decay.
Until I decay."
- Novice_Key
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Hidden Reality: A collection of poems
PoetryWARNING: THESE POEMS MAY INCLUDE TRIGGERING TOPICS RELATING TO MENTAL ILLNESS Just some poems. I tend to write poems about my personal issues-so I can understand why you might not want to read them. However, if you want to relate, you can possibly d...
