“That feeling when you don’t even know what on earth you’re actually feeling” 


I often find myself;

Sitting in the corner of my room.


About something.


Something, that I don’t know,

Something, that doesn’t exist.

But something, that worries me,


That is my little secret.


Cluster, is what I call it.

My brain; a huge cluster of things,

One that I cannot escape,

One that is slowly engulfing

Every last bit of me.



In the cold deep waters,

Fighting to keep up but,

I only get pushed down,

To the very bottom.


It’s a world inside of me,

That I cannot explain.

It’s a world;

Full of empty yet chaotic thoughts,

That turn into monsters,

When left alone.


The end of which,

Will be the end of me.

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