battle of the senses - 7:07 PM

it's almost as if my brain and heart

are at constant war

my mental health being the battlefield

gradually dwindling in stability.

(or maybe this is recovery, for I don't know who I am without my ill mind)

when the violence reaches its peak

my pen charges across the page

Quick, Quick, Quick!

each word heavier than the last

each word leaving me at a loss for the next one

I'm constantly at a crossroads,

adding to my paradoxical manner

left is my brain, right is my heart

and I must always choose.

is this human?

or am I just bad at living?