A psyche fractured still lives.
The panic persists.
When her brain makes her feel small, makes her feel lazy, makes her feel stupid, all she wants to do is cut and run.
It frenziedly reoccurs, glitching her equilibrium, tweaking the nerves in her neck, making her wonder if she even fits into her world.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
