Rapid Mental Decline
I’ve been breathing through my pours,
Through the wounds and through the sores,
I have been trying to keep sane.
I have been grasping my chest,
And crawling through the day with no rest,
I’ve been a mess,
But I try to live with this pain.
And no one sees,
That my mind leaves,
A stray,
And I feel so low,
Like I’m drowning below,
Like a chain is tied around my ankle,
And I can’t even pull,
Myself from the bottom,
And I always feel I’m the problem,
Even when I’m not,
This disease is killing me inside to out,
K