It's too much to handle.
I feel like I'm on the edge of insanity.
People keep on pushing all my buttoms.
like an infinite game of tug-o-war.
I just know my fall is near.
And I'll crash like a computer with virus in the software.
My systems overload.
I look for an escape a way out.
But there's none.
But they find me still.
Like a rabbit caught in headlights.
Angels in others eyes.
But demons behind those masks.
All I know is that I want to dissapear.
Vanish from this life I'm now living.
Each night I pray and hope for a change.
But when I open my eyes my nightmare is still there.
And that's when the insanity takes over.
In full bloom.
I cry for help but no one hears.
My pleas have no effect.
Those who cared about me are already brainwashed.
I don't know what to hold on to no more.
Because I'm no longer me.
Insanity has taken over.
And there's no turning back.
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Mixed Creations
PoetryI see things around me and I want to speak about it moreover rant. Because once I had no voice and writing became my voice. My words are my weapons yet their my savior. These pieces are connected closely to my personal life and from the world around...
