OCD

OCD

A Poem by Wraith.

Mental contamination
I've tried to 
Been feeling so 

separate

I've sinned by existing, I beg to my pseudo god
Ask him for me suffer 42 reoccurring years of human purgatory
If I can only be okay in this moment

Before I fall asleep I have to touch the objects I can feel glaring at me while I sleep and repeat and repeat

Paranoid
Involuntary tears and picking black flies

He won't stop drilling into my mind

Look at me trying to exist

Trying a thought dichotomy, wishing the 'evil' thoughts
through the tunnels of my ears
they always leak back in 
spring cleaning 

and suicide suicide suicide

© 2015 Wraith.


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this is deep and different...that 42 is haunting...reminds me of Jackie Robinson...the suffering he went through...as he just tried to exist as a human being...we suffer a human purgatory on earth, and sometimes it drives us to hell and back...thus those thoughts of suicide...clean it all up...the spring cleaning...magical piece...

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Wraith.
Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom



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