I watch people pass by as I cry cause I can't make a connection. I try to say hi but I can't make the words come out cause they are stuck in my head, out of fear that I won't fit in. I feel like an outcast and don't belong with any of them, or am I just in my own head. I feel the paranoia set in, as it compounds my psychosis fracturing my fragile mind. I wonder if I will get out of my head and make a meaningful connection.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
