Losing Myself
Losing Myself
Grinning with blood-stained teeth..
Spitting red, shaking, eyes so dead..
I'm speaking foreign words, making stomachs turn.
Grinning with fear deep inside,
Fear hidden by a demon none too shy...
Sinning with a corrupted mind...
Biting, kicking, barely eating...
I'm hearing voices, making sickly choices...
Spewing hate, drooling...
Myself, I am losing....
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T. Talbott
Writing has always been a way for me to release my emotions...As of right now, in this particularly rough moment in my life, it has greatly helped me maintain a stable and healthy mind.
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