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I keep thinking dark thoughts
They are circling my brain
Showing me that I don't matter
They speak to me in tongues
Of languages I've never heard
But yet
I understand them clearly
They are pushing me to the brink Driven by my own hopes of insanity
Or maybe it's my own sanity Basking in my own glorious demise Reaping all the benefits of a wonderful turmoil
Laughing as I continue to fight for myself
My breath is thin and shallow
My body is weak
And my mind
It is always playing tricks on me
Constantly having me in its own world of make believe
But I will not give in to such callous weakness I am a fighter,
I've made myself by my own hands
And I won't ever give up
After the roads I've crossed
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