Paranoia

Sickness

Flutters

Crawls on

My skin.

I can’t rub

It off.

Swirling

In my mind

An evil

Concoction

Of turmoil

And dread.

I tear

And claw

At myself

‘Til I bleed

From frustration.

Fright

Cold sweat

Trembling,

I can’t take this

Anymore.

Why do you

Have to make this

So hard

For me?

With shredded

Skin,

Broken

Nails

I rip out

My eyes

I can no longer

See with.




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Last updated May 19, 2011