Tired hands can't wipe off
The mold inside your brain
Relapsing, rolling down
The dark hole again
Daylight rarely reaches
Inside these dark halls
Grabbing the glimpses
To keep your mind whole
Snide voices
Violent screams
Seeing through their
Conspiracies
Nothing to cling to
Nothing to hold on
Haunted by memories
Are they your own?
Constant struggle
Mind pain
Is it really worth it
To stay sane?
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