Plague of Mind 2
The plague teases you to break you down. Puts you in the corner with your worst fears. It lies and says that the pain is your home. When you can't tell the difference between love and pity you lose faith in the ones you thought stood by you.
When you no longer see the difference between mental health and mental abuse the battle has been lost. But that is not what your doing. The plague has been feeding you this. Telling you the words you wish you never heard like “you’re on your own” or “no one really cares”.
This plague is made up of three things: isolation, deceit, and emptiness. If the plague doesn’t have you yet then please understand this. It's not impossible to walk out of that door once you face the plague. It's curable.
To feel alone does not always mean that you are. To have love does not always mean someone pities you. If the plague has you right now what will you do? What will you believe?
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