Me.

Fri, 06/13/2014 - 11:33 -- KOD32

Medicated anxiety.

5mg, 10mg, 15mg, 20

Thinking what that noise was, or who is walking upstairs

Why doesn't he talk to me anymore? Why do I still care?

So much at once, I miss most of it

My brain, like a train, falls off the track

Never knowing where I will end up

What thought will I follow?

Where will it get me?

Is that what's best?

It never is. 

As I focus on something new

And fear something else

I lose what I had

So I write,

Just to hear myself one though at a time.

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