Lost in the Labyrinth of your brain


Continue to live

Continue to process

I dont remember how this began

When did I go wrong?

When did I decide my bed is where I chose to stay safe?

When did I wake up and realize the sun wasnt bright enough to touch my soul anymore?

When did the darkness began to smother me?

When did I start seeing them?

When did the voices start getting so loud?

When did the cuts get so deep?

When did my skin and hair become an addiction?

My hands can not stop picking and pulling

They must know, I must have it on my forehead in Bold.

Everday I take the tiny little magical pills or maybe I don't.

When did the pill bottles start taking up so much counter space that it looks like a pharmacy?

When did I lose the part of me I favored so much?

When did I get so far ?

How do I get back?

Do I even know where I started from?

What do I do now?



This poem is about: 
My family


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