Paranoia haunts me.
I hear it’s voice over my shoulder.
In my head. In my skin. In my flesh.
It’s inside me.
It howls. It gnaws. It hunts me down. It posseses my soul. My being.
It’s people I know. It’s people I’ve never know. It’s people I love. It’s people I’ve never loved.
I’d be lost without it. I need it , I crave it.
That state of uncertainty, of insecurity, it’s not quite madness. It is madness
The confusion. The rush. The exhilaration. The lust
Drowning in my own fear. My anxiety. It’s mine.. it’s all mine
It makes me giddy. It makes me sick. Disgust
Give me help.