Still Alive

By A Rambling Mind

Sorry I haven’t been myself

I have been a mess 

Wanting to stop this beating in my chest

I let my thoughts manifest

Into something quite dangerous

Now family are fearing for me

Actual fear in their eyes 

Racing around to stop me from 

Closing my eyes for a final time

I am sick, sick in the mind

It is quite tiring keeping myself alive

My couch, my sanctuary and my jail

This illness is my living hell

At least I am alive with my story to tell

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