paranoia

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The little people in my head never go away. There’s anxiety,  Finding the negative in the outside world.
The bulletholesscattered throughout concrete basement wallsbleed hairy antennasand a million cockroachespaint the ceilingIf you're paranoid you're paying attention A quivering vibrationin silence
I look over the oceans to find you, where have you gone? All I can think of is expanse united, it must be united to find the one you seek.
I slept hard as a bear That eats so much food in a dark cave, What no one notices all the time, My ears can hear, but I have weary tears; Beyond the walls, there is so much fear,
i hear them calling my name. i feel their presence all around me. i know the demands they crave.   They call for me when they are in need of something. They love to take everything, and refuse to reciprocate.
I feel the walls close in on me As I feel the hinges of panic crawl onto my skin And the inklings of my mind. The beast has been let out of their cage again Because I forgot to obey their orders swimmingly. Now they've turned violent against me I
I could get lost in the beatuy of your eyes Compare the, to the beatuy of nature Crystal blue lakes, perciuos gems I could say they remind me of home Of feeling safe Call your eyes bright as the stars
It started off as an escape An honest distraction, Just to reshape The always-constant never-ending never-ceasing never-stopping Reaction in my body tensing-up-ing heart-a-pounding hard-to-breathe-ing
How are you so stupid, so naive? You brought this on yourself. Walked in a locked room with no keys. Don't bother blaming anyone else, Don't cry, beg, or plead. How do you expect to get out?
Dear any and all, It starts with a search. “I think I might be sick,” you type, fingers hesitant because each word, each letter you feel like, is crying out to the world, with the quietest of voices. Look at me. Look at me.
You
Your silence makes me want to scream   Did I do something to make you mad?   Your replies make me want to cry   Did I say something to make you
Rambunctious, angsty,  How was I supposed to know- They all left by the next year and I sat there fuming, loathing and yet- I tipped a bottle in honor of my pride thinking. "It's fine, everyone does it don't be a-"
I had a nightmare last night.I stood in the middle of an empty road,In an empty town,Just waiting.For what I don't know.But there I stood.In the silent,The nothingness,
About this time last year, I thought I knew what stress was, as I walked through the iron gates of a gold and purple castle, waiting for Nostradamus to tell me my fate, taking classes that I thought I would hate.
It’s a specific side. The one with frayed edges where Paper fibers are disrupted from the interwoven Pattern of rules calculated to win points.   No one can see the perfect matrix.
I stopped looking for monsters under the bedWhen I came to see they lived in my headWhoever tells of a monster that hidesNever had one to abide besideOh, full of scorpions is my mind
He stares at his ceiling It's half past four It's paranoia he's feeling He looks at his door No one will come Yet, he still tries to run Away from his demons They scare him a ton
They are everywhere Watching, waiting for a slip-up Waiting to criticize you for  everything you do.   There it is again! That feeling  of eyes on you. You turn and search for the eyes 
Beings with reverse tongues One with purity And another without love, Whose hands hold strings And with their own decree Pull them manipulating, Selfish bastards using others To create a false love  A false comfort of a lover Spouting lies that cr
the lack of communication is unsettling to say the least thoughts settling in my mind to a time where paranoia never ceased life has got me on a leash but a noose is tighter
Mistrust and suspicion rule in my brain They run  cross country inside my heart. Loud thumping, mind racing, loosing the control Your breaths quicken and your sight blurs.
When we were first together it was all so unclear. I wanted you so badly, but all I knew was fear. Then you held me in your arms and whispered in my ear.
Demons are chasing me People replacing me Lies are incasing me While the truth is facing me My steps retracing me
You know something is not quite right when you find yourself battling to stay awake cause of that man you hear moving behind the wall the one you called "Papa" the one you thought cared for your feelings -- no
Fear weighs down heavy on your back The creaking of the door or the flickering of the lights Your heart beats faster and your muscles tense up tight Afraid to face the next attack
For me, anxiety is the feeling that I am always being watched. Anxiety is staying awake because you're afraid of what can happen tomorrow.
My mind tends to focus on the past; So hard that the present is often blurred, giving reality the chance to once again take its toll on my peace of mind.
Im feeling all the fears I feel dead inside I need a pen and paper and a thing of cyanide
Sometimes  AsDays go by,NothingEqualsSufficientSubstance.
This curtain is my protection, I need it to hide myself from the world. Paranoia and anxiety is a hard thing to hide, And it seems no one understands it.   To me I am sweet, To me I am kind, 
Behind my smiles My good deeds My leadership My love for others Behind the eyes of those who look highest of me Who seek my guidence Behind all that i am I am paranoid
There's a wicked wind. I turn my head and grimace. 'It's too windy out there,' I whisper, And I shut the door But I can't meet their eyes.   They ask where I'm going. Nowhere.
Well I've been sitting around lately
You saw me in my time of need, saw that I was a mess. And soon the doctor said indeed, that yes, I am depressed.   Simply put, you weren't surprised. After all, you knew.
In the Midst There, he is the shadow passing by Caused by nothing.He is the voice that calls your name;
Children scribble on the walls,Nonsensical graffitiOn the inside of the womb,Cut up and bleedingInternally.I've fucked up and I'm fucked.This demon called paranoia haunts me before bedtime
Sometimes i worry too much. Its  paranoia ,   ifell in love wit this girl , sometimes i wonder , if what i have is enough , i really love her , i really care ,  yea my heart , i share
Sometimes i worry too much. Its  paranoia ,   ifell in love wit this girl , sometimes i wonder , if what i have is enough , i really love her , i really care ,  yea my heart , i share
I often find myself listening to my own mind I hear it think  And register emotion I find it hard to control It is fascinating And frightening. 
In the field, on your toes, eyes always open.Blink, you're dead.
Here I sit upon your wrist My digital face blinking figures Counting up the Seconds Minutes Hours Days Only to come around and start again.   I come complete with
The dots on the wall become bugs; crawl. Your second skin implores you to buy in. Allow the separation of sanity to fall, Like the rain of grace, with razors instead of peace. The vociferous outward expression;
Its blinking button eyes Lashes Plucked Clean conscience lies Demons of possess Its ragged red dress Hides in the shadows; tireless Awakened by the silver moon Loom through loom
I have a vase Of sad forget-me-nots On the bedstand Next to Emily Rose-wooden eyes See what mine still hide from me Behind the thread and the needle holes I know we still holds my memories
Wake me up Before I lose it all This nightmare's a little too real Pick me up I'm starting to fall Pretty soon I'l forget how to breath I'm not asking. I'm begging you now
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