Confessing the feelings... Part 1
I've never felt so cold, so dead inside... my soul.
Distraught emotional chords, tuned to breaking point.
Constantly begging for them to be loosened... preferably broken.
So that I can be free like others, those who don't suffer.
I've noticed small details lately... more so than before.
A brain working overtime to notice more than it should.
Constantly watching others around me... every movement they make.
I feel that the paranoia is setting in too quickly...
But what do I know.
Confessing the feelings... Part 2
I wonder what could possibly be 'wrong' with me... a mental health issue?
I've never had an issue relating to that kind of condition.
Maybe I do have one of those brain-based issues...
Could it be down to the fact that I don't socialize much, perhaps?
Out of the millions of things that I could have, is it depression?
I've never begged for assistance through hard times...
I'm in a stable frame of mind, though I