I feel like a victim,
A victim of my own mind,
Drowning in my thoughts,
Suffering from what I think,
Overthinking with a headache from thinking,
I have a mind darker than night,
My mind gets darker everyday,
If you asked me about my mind I'd say,
My mind? It's very dark.
My mind? It triggers my anxiety.
My mind? It hurts.
My mind? It overthinks.
My mind? It's a killer.
My mind, is a trap,
I enter it,
Then I automatically wanna leave it,
I have a dark mind,
And I can't escape it.
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Ana's Book of Poems
AcakThese are a bunch of random poems i've wrote over the past years. As these years pass by, i get better and better. My writings get better towards the end (: Enjoy !
