Jasmine Porter
Bio
25, Xbox, Memes, Fitness, Music, Writing. Owner of an AmStaffxRedNosePitt, called Assassin.
Studying, BachOf PsychSci+Crim.
Love reading, watching and learning new things.
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Stories (2/0)
The Toxic Fired Up Mind of Mine.
I don't like my mind anymore, I don't know what to do. I don't know where Jazzy went but she isn't inside there anymore. I don't know if she's dead or alive but my mind is so scary I can't stop it. It's a very fast carousel, with other people on it and I can't get off it, other people are taking over and I am a hostage in my own mind. It's a mental gore show with a lot of mayhem and a massacre on a 24/7 parade show. They hold me down, they show me the TV with my fears on them, and the voices follow me everywhere reminding me to be reminiscent of the enemy in everyone. Ammunition runs thin but I am a sharpshooter with the little I have left I will take good care of it like a dirty Versace shirt for $2 at an old OP shop. The secrets I keep are that I am a port key to a world that no one else can see, trust me they exist they always have, and I can see them and hear them. I see two worlds and communicate in between my mental wit has cursed my spirit into a conduit. They are not liking, I'm not in denial I swear I just am not willing to take the pain inversions of a pill so I will turn a blind eye and focus on the world of protection and stay indoors, someone brings me holy water as a make do for the unholy demons we hold in my sacred bubble, I will SPF it with holy water as a means to keep them at bay. I don't want to be saved, they will follow me and they will find me, they will kill me. If you find the message on the contrary within, that's what my mind is like inside it jumps around and is everywhere I can't keep up even with the freshest kicks. No tranquillity, no equilibrium, I need to run, I need to run away. I need to go. I think soon this version of Jasmine will be dead and I think a new person will take over, someone that has no past trauma. She will be fine inside playing a soothing remedy while playing in the roses. Just like the past hasn't happened, it will not leave a bruise after the doses of past stress that wake up right beside me in my own bed.
By Jasmine Porter2 years ago in Poets