Mental War

Mental War short poem

Uploaded by Jack Custance

Like a soldier pumped with lead im falling down.
With my mental illness its a showdown.
Im having a meltdown.
I try to breakout of a breakdown.
But it gets worse i freak out.
It gets too much i black out.
I try to clear my head.
But instead.
My anxiety hits me like a warhead.
Penetrating my soul i collapse on my bed.
I bleed red lead.
I drop dead.

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