I go to bad places

Something going on inside

my mind

Can’t think can’t do

anything I try to write

what I don’t know I feel

afraid of what you’ll find

Between the ebbs and flow of

ugly words —

I don’t feel fine but not

bad either, more like

There’s something rattling

inside my brain

Let it out.

I don’t want to think about

the smothering air

and we’ll-mannered pain

Let me out.

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//I finished before 3 minutes but it felt right, so I just edited the line lengths a bit before the three minute mark //