My brain is killing me.

T Merigold

My brain is killing me,
with constant violence and villainy,
pounding away with such ferocity,
making its responsibility,
to plague me with insecurity.

 

I’m tired of the hate It dictates,
It interrogates,
Showing embarrassing memories to intimidate,
Never ceasing to humiliate.

 

Addresses only weakness,
Sees only shame,
Words hit like venom,
Leaving me insane.

 

Only one guarantee,
we both can agree,
in the end,
My brain, will kill me.

  • Author: T Merigold (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 20th, 2025 04:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: RSM0812, Damaso
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  • arqios

    Welcome to MPS🙏🏻🕊️

  • RSM0812

    The madness of the thinker can be a nostalgic drag. Nice write, i really enjoyed it.

  • rebellion_in_sanity

    Arresting line “I’m tired of the hate It dictates,"



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