Delusions and hallucinations sneaking through;
Causing me fear and pain.
Please something help me through.
Black figures with sticky hands and feet crawling around me and creeping in.
They are here to take me away.
I have to fight them!
But how?
The thoughts consume me chipping away at my inner soul wearing me down.
I am sick of fighting.
The black figures turn into doctors in white coats.
They tie me down repeating my trauma and stick me with a needle.
I am no longer a human but an animal barely existing behind locked doors.
Life is no longer worth living.
Causing me fear and pain.
Please something help me through.
Black figures with sticky hands and feet crawling around me and creeping in.
They are here to take me away.
I have to fight them!
But how?
The thoughts consume me chipping away at my inner soul wearing me down.
I am sick of fighting.
The black figures turn into doctors in white coats.
They tie me down repeating my trauma and stick me with a needle.
I am no longer a human but an animal barely existing behind locked doors.
Life is no longer worth living.
-Kathan Murphy
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