I was less depressed,
out of my head and obsessed.
Counting objects in my brain,
counting ways to die.
Sometimes I wish I was more stable,
My mind has been feeling
so unbearable and fatal.
Whispering things from
one side to the next.
I have become
my worst enemy,
an endless ocean of hypocrisy.
Dissociating from one day
to the next.
My fragile mind has been shattered,
I no longer feel
that my life has mattered.
All I have done is waiting.
Waiting to finally live or die.
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