It makes me exhausted, it makes me an insomniac, It makes me think crazy, it makes me worry more than I already was. It makes me think every one has something happening to them Right now At this very moment.
Something is Wrong.
But I'm tired. I really am. I need my sleep. But my mind is fighting, Telling me over and over and over again that I need to check one last time Whether someone is okay Whether someone is alive Whether someone is someone is...
**** it, there's the mental block. It happens. Usually. I think. I don't know.
But what I do know is that It makes me unusual, It makes me sick, It makes me not normal.
It makes people stare, It makes people scared, It makes people laugh and laugh and laugh While they call me names and mock me.
They tell me I'm crazy, Mentally *******, a "Psychopathic pill popper".
I know that I am. And I'm trying to stop. But it's hard.