For a time I thought I was going mad,
that the absurd thoughts in my brain meant I was loosing my goddamn
mind
I was wrong.
The thoughts in my head that parade around and scream and might and make me shout
"help! someone!"
meant that my brain was broken, dysfunctional,
damaged
So now I live with the parading thoughts and pray and hope and wish the vile medicine will make it all
go
away
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Author:
RainningHearts (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2022 11:47
- Comment from author about the poem: I hate intrusive thoughts :D
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Comments1
Wow what a psychological journey. I can definitely relate as I myself suffer with depression so it's a constant balancing act in order to maintain my happiness. But I hope you feel joyful to know that your poems are very nicely expressed. Well done! 💖
Thank you < 3
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