no time to think about i for i am always consumed in darkness
if the walls of my mind could speak....haha
if they could speak they would have nothing but horrific tales of who i am
who i was supposed to be
marinated in deadly repitituous thoughts of pure nothingness
excessive speaking, yet nothings ever said
always afraid of him, her...it...EXXXTREME PARANOIA
afraid of public places...the stares that tear me down physically, emotionally and mentally...
excessively agitated...the way thoughts are manipulated...mind infested with impurities...
death manifesting in the form of shadows...given life through the darkness of my mind
my heart anxiously beats for paranoia has set in...feel as though i am held captive by the walls that have been caving in
Obsessive Compulsive...Disorderly...AM I
excessive, repitituous...suicidal, homicidal...INSANE AM I
tears are my medication...dr.THEY do protests...
little round purple one, a brown one, yellow, orange and blue...COLOR??!?
though my world consists of BLAQUE...no white
supposed to heal...
YET...
they only conceal...keep administering, keep administering...
toxic levels...to calm the storm yet mental, emotional impurities...bring PANIC
chemical dependency - dependency + imbalance...
defined...Too much or too little of any substance that helps the body work the way it should
is that your answer to why my world spins out of control
i think not...for i am not
normal am i, not you...or are you,not i
too much anger, too much hostility, too much NOISE...NOISE...NOISE!!!!!
grotesque images manifests, proceed from the darkest corners of my mind
REPETITIVE DISTURBANCES...
THE DARKNESS IS THE LIGHT...
THIS IS MY DISTURBIA...THIS IS MY LIFE