Emergency
They say I am ravenous.
I say that it is the voices that are starving.
So passionate, that it hurts.
Going from depression-
To desperation.
Desperation that threatens to burst forth.
But never does.
Instead, it is like my mind is being unthreaded by hot needles.
But as much as it hurts-
I still must wait.
It is my fault all over again-
Imploding over and over again.
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