It’s tearing at my seams.
Not seams of the denim upon my hips, but the skin that has fused together my brain.
Words are igniting a fire in my veins while my actions are causing irreparable pain.
I care about those I shouldn't, and so it seems with each one I care even less for me.
Mind games have left me metaphorically mindless.
Anxious brain in pain, your scars are marks of sleepless nights.
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