There's A world in my head.
where everyone and everything didn't exist, were im alone and the only thing i hear is my own breathing going rapidly because this world isn't real. Events that happened in memory manifest to something that is true in nature, like a scar on a body to the insides of a person. We see things that isn't meant to be, making beings that are dark and murky. A sin to the mind and body. the heart you thought was there beats faster, til the breath in your lungs leave and you feel nothing but pain. This is what my mind is, something unforgiving and devilish. No. This is a memory that scares others. Only because you are not human like they are. You are not perfect. Your a monster. Someone who is hidden under the lock and key of what we call medication. You are a outsider. You are nothing but a piece of dust that someone will blow off. You aren't what you seem you are.
Im good just needed to say that.
