It was dark in the bowls
Of my mind it is a haunting
It is called my mind the unstable place where my mind is constantly kept thinking the thoughts grow deeper everyday my paranoia is getting stronger I always feel like someone is watching me it is gaining control of me of every waking moment also my mind dwells with the scars of my ex it bleeds in  the sadness of my mind it makes me depressed to
Think she is still around em cause she back stabbed me my mind thinks about so many things at once I feel like I'm going crazy . I am starting to responded to the voices I talk with them we agree I am loosing my self
At the front door
It is completely  crazy to think me out of
All people
Are slipping