Poem: HERE I LIE, by Karianne Gabaldon

A slow stabbing with a with a knife without grip
It digs deep, impales my organs, blood doesn’t drip
Running fast in a field
Where I’m wearing a shield
To cover me.

My mood stabilizes then goes back off
I’m a walking time bomb but you’re the one to talk
I’m insane but don’t go
Because I love you so
You’re so lovely.

I hideout in this drought full of doubt
I try to get a drink but no water in the spout
My exhaust pipe is rust
Why do I always trust
Dark strangers?

I get online and there’s no freedom here
I am grabbing the wheel but it’s so hard to steer
I can’t lie
There are times
Where I just want to die
Because psychotic breakdowns are so tough it’s hard to even try.

He is coming
He’s got those eyes
He’ll destroy you
Don’t even try.

Please give me a mental break before I breakdown
Please give me a mental break before I breakdown
Please give me a mental break before I breakdown
Here I lie.

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