I feel the walls of my mentality breaking down. The defense mechanism has failed. My weakness has been found.
Bombs bombard my frontal lobes. How much time do I have left? That's a question nobody knows.
But the army of stress wages through. Setting fire and killing cells,
torturing them as the army continues to move.
My head throbs with pain, my legs join my arms in what feels like an earthquake; Heart pounds with tremendous force, my body is on a crash course.
The room becomes an amusement park ride. While different moods pass me by. Day after day the symptoms increase. Today may be the day when I accept defeat.
Socializing has become a thing of the past, all I have is panic attacks. Happiness has finally been lost. Without a map, and at what cost?
Control center has been compromised. Here I am, I have met my demise.
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