the slow process of losing my mind has not been kind
it's like being choked but they just won't let you
******* die
it's constant looking over your shoulder,
each day feeling your heart go a little bit colder
it's always saying no because
you feel like you could infect others with
your absolutely insanity
and being nervous to look at anything
innocent because you're *******
walking profanity
you lose everything,
your color begins to drain
your favorite song doesn't have
the same ring
and nothing is ever
the same