It's like an anvil is slowly being lowered onto your chest.

It's like a pouring thunderstorm encasing your mind.

It's like feeling cold always but being burnt on the neck.

It's like being destroyed from the inside-out.

An internal schizophrenia almost never showing outwards.

Nothing is warm enough or soft enough for comforting you.

People think their words can help but it's already too late

You have to be stronger and smarter than your own mind.

There's a wrestling match going on inside of your heart.

Good and evil are finally in reverse, where evil always wins.

It seems like God had lost His strength and let Satan in.

You end up more exhausted than those who were fighting.

It's tough to have multiple personalities and consciences.

It's difficult to be misunderstood and abandoned by everyone.

It's not alright to be the way that you are and it never will be.

You'll just have to accept that you are mentally ill.