you know there's something seriously wrong with me,
when i,
- start bingeing like nobody's business and i take more than four meals a day
- get this sudden onset of migraines
- sob for what it seems like no apparent reason
- start shouting and laughing at the top of my voice to pretend nothing's wrong with me
- start to remember about all the unhappy memories i sought so hard to keep hidden
- start to spend more time with my family to get that feeling of stability
- start begging god like some pathetic useless trash for him to relieve my pain
- try to suffocate myself with the pillow
it's back to the asylum for me it seems.
are you real or fake.
are you a bad dream or real pain
and
.
.
.
.
are you friend....
or foe.
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