He Woke Up Dead Inside His Head
He cope with the Stress of mental health
He Woke Up Dead Inside His Head
He woke up dead inside his head,
A hollow echo in his bed.
The dawn crept in, a silent thief,
Stealing hope, but leaving grief.
The mirror’s stare, a vacant glare,
A ghost of thoughts too numb to care.
Each step a weight, each breath a lie,
A quiet scream the morning sky.
His mind, a maze of broken threads,
A restless storm that softly spreads.
He walks the world, but drags his shade,
A soul forgotten, dimmed, and frayed.
He walks the world, but drags his shade,
A soul forgotten, dimmed, and frayed.
The battles rage, though none can tell.
The silent scars of mental health.
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Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
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