Twisted, twisted, twisted.
Twisted mind let me rest,
maybe only for a second
but I beg.
How can I untangle the mess?
You make it bigger unless,
unless you numb the pain.
Sometimes I think I feel less and less
but the problem maybe lays somewhere else.
Perhaps I feel way too much
but mood swings appear more often and faster than you can say hi.
And here I lay waiting for it to change
but the only thing I get is more trouble and regret.
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Anxiety Thoughts And Others Called Love
PoetrySelf explanatory tittle. *All mine except for the pictures, those are from tumblr, of course*
