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An sick today. All alone in my room. All I take is 5 different pills. And all I get a drowsy high that doesn't go away. Better than am down now. But I can't do much too.
My mind is going haywire The least used corners I admire Wide awake and grinning Maybe my mind is spinning They all sleep sleep sleep While I try not to make a peep Shh mind. Be quiet.
I've got vampires on my brain. And outside is covered in rain. My princess has the grumps. And I hate flat ballet pumps. I've been deprived of my sleep. Now the willow no longer weeps.
My heads all of a spin It feels like it's made of tin I've got dancing cows that moooo A fast train that goes choo choo.....
I'm feeling rather random, Not wanting to be 'right' My OCDs are hiding, I think Koalas bite. Oops, there I go -RANDOM, What's happening to me.
I opened up my dashboard, And I found my body's switch, I think I have an awful case, I'm too awake, a glitch.
Why should, when there's sun 'n sea. I be lying here, under a colourless grey sheet. Staring up at flies on the ceiling. Unmoving, unseeing. While all around the ocean is seething.
Boredom. Such an insignificant word A non essential feeling A meaningless Waste of space. Fight it. Can't be bothered. I am absorbed in grayness The darkness of boredom Is suffocating, drowning me.
I've got a bad case of Emptyhead; The mice in my brain must all be dead.
It's been a very strange day. Really don't know what to say. No words to describe events. Left feeling weird and tense. Need to try and unwind and relax. But my minds a mess and showing cracks.
It's been a very long day and I'm ready to fall into the mental retreat of the dream world, a blank sheet, an abyss of possibility, hope and endless abilities.
Blank and empty is my mind. Such peace is rare to find. When wanted you'll never get, For true mind emptiness to be met. Maybe it's a emotional thing... Or maybe tiredness comes out the king.
I have this friend, She's obsessed with Opuss, No matter what I do, It's her one main focus. She lives in story, In poems and all, It is like this great, almighty wall.
Have you seen him. Is he there. Are you frightened. Do you care. Is he standing on the stair. The spider that wasnt there. can i go in. will i dare. if he pounces i'll get a scare.
The very mention of its name strikes fear into my heart. It means many things. Sleepless nights. Baked beans and pasta. For breakfast. Scrumpled paper strewn across the floor.
This pillow feels so soft. These eyes they weigh so much. But for some peculiar reason, To the waking world I clutch. There is no logic for it. My mind won't simply still. I'm going out of my head.
It's quiet in my head except for the light rhythms reverberating from my headphones. I didn't have to press play since the music continued playing.