He shakes his head
and tries to clear his mind.
Getting worried in the moment,
'I'm sure i was feeling fine'.
Perception becomes twisted,
Truth becomes lies.
Paranoia is knocking,
He's broken all logical ties.
He checks behind
to see who follows.
A chill down the spine,
inside he's hollow.
Sense is hard to find.
This fire started from a spark.
The pressure inside his mind,
Stretching and tearing the world apart.
Mania.
Depression.
They all leave impressions.
Pcsyhotic,
Traumatic.
'No need to be dramatic'.
They don't know.
They never will.
They think its a lie.
'I was sure i was feeling fine'.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 5:28 AM UTC
He shakes his head
and tries to clear his mind.
Getting worried in the moment,
'I'm sure i was feeling fine'.
Perception becomes twisted,
Truth becomes lies.
Paranoia is knocking,
He's broken all logical ties.
He checks behind
to see who follows.
A chill down the spine,
inside he's hollow.
Sense is hard to find.
This fire started from a spark.
The pressure inside his mind,
Stretching and tearing the world apart.
Mania.
Depression.
They all leave impressions.
Pcsyhotic,
Traumatic.
'No need to be dramatic'.
They don't know.
They never will.
They think its a lie.
'I was sure i was feeling fine'.
This is meant to be relatable and an eye-opener at the same time, relatable in a sense that some things can be twisted by ones mind but an eye-opener to those who believe that mental health is dismissable.
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