Dear self,
You were so collected
For a really long time
But you have just disconnected
From reality
Hell that courses through your veins is
Bubbling up inside of you
Threatening to pour out and
Ruin the picture you've created

You're slipping
I can feel
Shadows of darkness
Poking holes into you

First thoughts:
"Why am I here?"
"I can't do this"
"I wish I had a blade"
"I want it to end"

But somehow
Those dark thoughts
While taking over
Don't totally ruin me

Self,
You are here.
You are clean.
You can do it.
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