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Head is a wreck

Mind is a wreck
All angles I’m under attack
From the past haunting my movements 
To the present kicking me in the face
Lost of thoughts, no where for them to go
Lots of questions and no solutions 
No where to turn, no help in sight
I constant battle between freight and flight
Mind spinning in every direction
No calming no peace
Just my mind flying at speed
Being pulled in every direction 
The power of thought can be deceptive 
Leading me down a dark path
No new discovery just trauma
Feel like I’ve been beaten and bruised
Head is so full of trauma and developing PTSD
When peace doesn’t feel like quiet
And rest don’t feel like stillness
The mind failing like the body
Panic behind every thought 
Completely lost behind this nightmare
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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