Please, mind,
Stop thinking.
It's hard to sleep,
Getting harder to breathe.
Stop spiralling,
My lungs are heaving,
My soul is begging on its knees.
I preferred it when my life had sound,
It would stop this from starting,
Making the foul thoughts stop.
My head is full,
Music can't making it dissipate,
And my heart is full of dread.
It was an accident,
And a fault on my half.
You've bent the rules for me,
Because you saw the state I was in.
It's a tall order,
For you to bend the rules further,
But I beg of you, please,
Bend the rules this one time,
Save me from this stress.
If you could twist this rule,
Just for me,
Just this once,
You'd have my gratitude,
You'd avoid a headache of shouting.
It would be worth it,
As much as it must be kept a secret.
Here we go once more,
My mind is crumbling,
Full of things,
Yet empty space is everywhere.
If my mind would bend its rules,
To keep me out of panic,
Rather than suffer its effects,
And,
If you would bend the rules,
That you didn't have the authority to write,
We'd both be feeling less than this.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
