Subdue the vociferous thoughts coaxing me into a malevolent reality.
Inconspicuous as the depression slithering through my veins, the piercing sting of emptiness rips through me as its presence is made known; too late.
Lull the physical expense I must suffer at the feet of my mental war: wasting away as I am trapped in a world of my own overthinking.
Enraging myself with blame for every second that was spent wasted as I can’t resist but waste more time with the never-ending conversations inside of my mind.
Numbness becomes me, grasping at my throat with its icy wrath.
Cycling through emotions and personalities within my mind becomes daily routine the farther I am removed from myself.
Entice the voices to stifle and disconnect my heart from the many malicious voices only I can hear.
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nice story
icy wrath and malicious voices - are strong descriptions! This is sad for someone to feel like this.