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My mind is a jungle,
Howling in the background,

The rush of silence all around,
Night and gloom

Trees whispering, leaves giggling
Rattling snakes, hyenas laughing

The wet soil,
The creaking crickets

Flushed to the ground
My throat damned again,

Horrifying as it seems,
End is nowhere to be seen

I am my own pharmacist,
I am my own psychiatrist

when hope is all you have got,
It is hard to let go of it

It’s always darkest before the dawn,
Silence bore a disaster

Dawn brings happiness,
Disaster brings more hope