I’m not going insane yet, although I do feel
A sense of mental weakness, standing still.
The only option left for me is to fight back,
Remove everything outta my life that’s black.
All the bad memories collected in my rack,
The world I created was meant to crack.
Getting triggered by dark thoughts at night,
Can’t silence them either, since they’re right.
Keep myself hostage within these whispers,
Witnessing a mess caused by inner twisters.
Feeling lost and devastated to the bones,
Every piece of my soul painfully groans.
Looks like I’m stuck in an endless nightmare,
Too scared to play its “truth or dare” game.
Hearing a sound once caused bitter trauma,
Developed anxiety due to the tragic drama.
Constantly distancing myself from others,
So not a single evil soul no longer bothers.
Finding my last crumbs of hope in the dark,
Similar to a dog wanting to non-stop bark.
Got no choice but to wait for the tunnel’s light,
To find my way, make my blurred sight bright.


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