What the hell is going on inside my head? My tears are black, representing their lack of existence.
The moans inside my head echo with great agony.
I am in such a confused state. In my head, I am running. I am running so fast the animals around can hear my heaving breaths. I am running from my suffocating mind boggling thoughts.
Only you don't know of these isolating thoughts. If you only knew what was going on inside my head.
You see a girl ranting and raving, who
needs a sedative.
I am a girl, stuttering, in attempt to tell you I am deathly afraid of this place called my mind.
You see a girl who is easily shaken up.
I am a girl whose past taught me to put up all my defenses.
You see a girl who is awkwardly quiet.
I am a girl submitted into a speechless state.
You see and write it off as unexplainable erratic behaviors.
In reality, my mind is more active in that period than yours will be your entire lifetime.
