My Brain
Chaotic, Mad, Vivid
Depressed, Psychotic
The screaming in my brain never stops
The loopy-ness inside like a narcotic
Ever changing, Ever odd
The silence is never there
It drives me insane
The silence is so rare
Twisted, Turned, Spiraling
Like a clock’s gear moving
My brain is always learning
I’d rather it be silent
I’d rather my the voices stop
But if the voices would go silent
I might just drop
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Heather The Tired Writer
Heyyy there~ I'm Heather. I'm tired. I'm still a minor (so to ~those~ accounts, leave me out of it please). And life is confusing. I am an amateur writer who mainly focuses on writing original stories, but I occasionally do some fanfiction and poetry. Aside from that, I am also a crappy artist, piano player, music student, and programmer. I also am a really big anime, musical, and animation in general nerd. The complete list of fandoms is waaay too long, so drop me a dm and ask if I enjoy the same thing you do (chances are, I do.) If you'd like to see more of me, you can follow me on... Tumblr: Heatherthetiredwriter DeviantArt: Heatherforrealz Wattpad: Heatherforreal Discord: Heather Is Very Tired Fanfiction.Net: heatherthetiredwriter Fictionpress: heatherthetiredwriter Anyways, this has been fun. Thanks for reading my profile! Have a wonderful day! With Love, ~Heather
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