Sick of this compulsive
situation!
A repetition of a sound that I don’t hear but make everything away from me; like a magnet trying to hug the same pole. The only pole I absorb is people with lab coats.
So psychosis, despite its catchy tone as a word, has a repulsive meaning, I guess!
Tourette. Huh! Too melodic for the abhorrence I’m having.
Palilalia, coprolalia, and echolalia. Words that may make you laugh are making me scream.
Even at a higher frequency when I am agitated.
My heart pumps atropine sulfate in my veins now. No more blood left.
Am I a monster? Just because I can shout out my true feelings whenever I want?
