Mind games

by Rebecca Lynn   Nov 6, 2004


Broken by the meticulous torture of my mind
I am no longer able to stand the instant replays of my past
Or the magnification of the most minuscule of details before my eyes
Knocked backwards,
I spiral deep into an abyss of mental anguish

Their lies my sanity spattered across the floor
But why did I pull the trigger?
I gave Crazy the gun.

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