Brianna L Wilkinson Poems

Lost inside my head again,
In trapped you hold the key.
Control is where you find your niche,
Taking all your anger out on me.
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Tear my heart open,
Lay it all out on the table.
Excruciatingly painful trying to get through to you,
But I suck it up...
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Brains drawing a blank,
Able to focus only on time...
Past, present and future running ragged through my mind.
The neurons in my head are being torn at the seams,
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