The chair filled with clothes

My mind is an intense storm

Filled with thoughts i avoid

Because if i didn’t

Pain would flood my floors in the form of tears

Shouts would scratch my walls like strong winds in a desert 

Simply trying to reach for an answer

I pile all these thoughts in my minds Pandora box

A box on the darkest furtherest part of my mind

Balancing between the line of forgetting and entering the subconscious 

This box only opens at night

Haunts me by pressing on all my fears

During the day the box is closed


Avoided by me with all my strenght 

I live in denial 

An artificial fog in my mind so that i couldn’t reach what hurts

– just my notes
(The image above is from tumblr)


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