𝓘𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭

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I can’t get out of my head

In there is such a dread 

Sometimes I wonder if it were better if I were dead

So, I sit and cry lonely in my bed

While the disease slowly spreads 

My biggest enemies are my triggers

One trigger and I see red

I almost bled

I almost said I was quitting 

Because for too long I’ve witnessed my sanity slipping

Most times, they don’t listen

There is something missing…

And I keep digging 

The pain is hidden

What a mental prison

And I keep wishing…

I guess what I am trying to say is…

I don’t know how to finally start winning

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