I live in a state of paranoia, the shame follows me like a plague.
Memories flood my brain like horrific hurricanes.
I wonder what they speak about before they sleep?
I wonder what is said through walls as mumble words softly bellow into my place of rest.
But yet, it is silence that keeps me awake, my brain likes to form the words for me.
“They will speak to you in the morning”
My mind laughs as my heart beats so hard that I feel it almost jump out of my chest.
Stomach in a knot, I’m constantly filled with dread.
Maybe it would be better if I was dead.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 7:07 AM UTC
I live in a state of paranoia, the shame follows me like a plague.
Memories flood my brain like horrific hurricanes.
I wonder what they speak about before they sleep?
I wonder what is said through walls as mumble words softly bellow into my place of rest.
But yet, it is silence that keeps me awake, my brain likes to form the words for me.
“They will speak to you in the morning”
My mind laughs as my heart beats so hard that I feel it almost jump out of my chest.
Stomach in a knot, I’m constantly filled with dread.
Maybe it would be better if I was dead.