Why do I do this
Overthink
Smallest sight of danger
Intertwine with the monsters
Insane thoughts become sane
Overthink till the whisky numbs me
Perhaps …
It's a defense mechanism
Protecting the soul
To broken
One more hit before I
…..
No, cant think like this
So much rushing to escape
I want hope but all that comes out is
Gibberish
Trying to write it all
But I want to DISAPPEAR
And they wonder why I NEED confirmation
Why I ask
Am I enough?
Can I be fixed?
These thoughts will be the death of me
Or …
Maybe I should blow trees
till I no longer think of the death of me
-B Coleman
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