Poem

By CsicSavage · Nov 27, 2009 ·
  1. The thoughts are coming
    to fast. I can not slow
    them down, alone sitting
    in my room humming
    from the lights the only
    sound. Twisted thoughts
    about the future who,
    what,why, i need to do
    paranoias sitting in from
    the fuse my brain just
    blew. My overwhelming
    urges help anxiety invite
    a sense of hands around
    my throat and Thier
    squeezing awfully tight
    i feel my only option is
    to give into realities
    demands and face my
    destined future of getting
    strangled by those
    hands

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