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Chaos, all day. In my head.
Voices telling me what to do,
what i should be doing.
The next task on the list.
Paused to completion.
Soul sucking leeches
Squeezing every drip of life
Who do i give in to?
Myself or someone else?
Who deserves my attention?
My home or or these bottles on the shelves?
Camping in the depths of my brain
Fulfilling the depths of the existential crisis that I'm in.
Considering permanent sedation for the pain that I'm in
My existence relies on the baby that i'm with.
Can someone interfere?
Funnel this chaos out of my ears
Everything the light touches
Is an angry, condescending face.
The darkness makes it fall into place.
Blend the outlines of these tasks into nothingness
I'm overwhelmed, *** it.
