Manic state
A dangerous mind and a broken soul,
Years of hiding had taken its toll.
A cry for help mixed in with a joke,
I'm getting too weary to carry the yolk.
A sense of reality that slipping away,
I'd reach out for help if I wasn't afraid.
Hours awake locked inside my own brain,
thoughts in my head that aren't very sane.
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