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