i’m my worst anti

so many things inside my head

feel like barbed wires

telling me what to do

there’s a knife in my head

a sword through my throat

the delusion

running down my thigh

the chair tilted its body

sprawled on the ground

i try so hard to figure it all out

would the wrinkles ever grow on my face

silence so deafening

the nightmare is reeling itself again

the vibration around me

wish

dream

was someone else

save me