Obsessively thinking, about thinking
I'm thinking the thoughts in my head, were placed there.
Something is wrong with the part of my brain that does the linking.
The seams that were made when my last therapist took out my brain, are starting to tear.I'm lost in the flow of my words. Planted words.
Am I losing my mind? I can't lose it a second time.
The verbs I produced, destroy me, with slicing, and dicing.
And the rhyming, has turned into pantomime.What were the words I spoke minutes ago?
Have they even taken my memory?
A part of me doesn't want to know.
But this is different, this is treachery.Stolen thoughts, stolen memories, stolen words.
Am I the "crazy" that everyone imagines?
My mind keeps getting split, halves, now thirds.
I think the diagnois matches.I guess I was meant to be crazy.
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Poetry Of A Suicidal Teenager
詩歌The dark sides of Hospitalisation, Depression, OCD, Suicidal thoughts, and more. If you are looking for a happy go lucky poem, then this is not the book for you. Get ready for a dark ride through the horrors of mental health. If you like this book...