Cell

You disable me, before my eyes break open. You interrupt my Spirit. Close me ’til I’m broken. You hijack my mind, as thoughts hammer at my brain. I am quaking on the inside until just debris remains. I’ve been injected with adrenaline. Not at all by choice. I could scream into a pillow until I lose my voice. My blood is pumping rapidly. My neck feels wrapped real tight. My throat is closing in on me, Do I fight Do I take flight? I can not ‘think” this away. It does not work like that. I know it’s hard to understand. Assume I speak the facts. And when the adrenaline has run low, I run low as well. Sleep without a dream. I drift into my shell. Imagine hiding irritation, frustration, anger too. Anxiety has made you someone that has never been you. Imagine you are digging Through all the strain and dirt, just to FEEL who you are Oh, anxiety you HURT. Yet through this mental health equation I am still a part of it. Anxiety plus ME equates to someone who’s legit. I find a way to manage with medication (oh well) Did I mention my healthy lifestyle? As I sit here in my cell? I will escape this prison. ONE thought at a time. Cause I am in control of how I view my MIND. Cause I am in control of how I view my MIND. Cause I am in control of how I view my MIND. Written by Nix