Sanity scrapes in soldered forms
Fetal positioned, the floor adorns.
Depression bleeding from a battered mind
Poisoned by anxiety laying there entwined.
Mewling at life mistreated again
Dosed up on more cerebral pain.
Self inflicted gray dysmorphia
In hell, a solitary sightseer.
But still not able to leave the floor
Anchored as if wanting more.
Addicted to all these dark dismal thoughts
Trap of my own making, in which Iām caught.
Suffer the silence, no longer screaming
As depression clouds all subtle meaning.
Then the trauma comes in for the attack
To bring you to those memories back.
Flood you full of that venom sweet
that disgusting hellish mnemonic treat.
Settle into your space, no longer fine
Forever in pain till the end of time.