Her and her head

Cold and Mental

In the unknown, I wander through the unimaginable. 

Feeling the poison coursing through my veins, like needles stabbing in the skin.

 Forcing the unbelievable thoughts into an unseen jar inside my mind.

 Waiting so eagerly to shatter and send me into mental anguish.

 Immense and ever so cold adaptions that could be ignored.

 Every day can seem so bright, but the light only drowns out only so much of the ugly that roams.

 That continues to run through the mouths and noses of those who are unfortunate. 

Something that once so amazing and filled with joy could turn so dark once again in history.

Needless to say that most of what we see now, is just cover for something far more deadly and dangerous than anyone could ever imagine.

But again, to me.

I feel like something inside is wrong and there is nothing I can do. 

But wallow in myself and keep on poisoning.

 Moment by moment running through my veins.

 My brain to shortly not understand. 

Trying to stay sharp, but at this time in the world. 

That's not as easy to come by. 

 I want to survive to see more in this life. 

Something is coursing and it's not normal. 

Everyone has become acting differently than they usually do.

 I am in hell, dealing with the constant thought of feeling like a burden for everyone I've met. 

I just want to feel normal again.