Poetry v72
My mind is their playground
These voices get louder when it gets quieter.
They’re the reason I wake up drenched
The reason I shake, the reason i can’t explain because it makes no sense.
I stare at the ceiling
I cry on the edge of my bed.
I look up to god but I'm left with the voices instead. The devil sold me lies and I chose to believe what he said.
These attacks are deadly
They cause me to worry
I breathe barely
The pastor said pray
The doc prescribed me meds
I’m lost in a world and I don’t know what to say
They trapped me
It’s anxiety that’s made me this way
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