Is my mind inside a private Hell.
Whispers and screams,
Tell me give up on dreams.
Wrong, wrong, wrong
It plays a repetitious song.
Sleep, don't wake,
Just isolate.
Such hurt and pain,
Just slice a vein.
My mind is all a worry
Thoughts speed by all blurry.
I am better than this disease,
If only it would stop and seize.
I'm better , I'm better, I scream
Just stop, go away, don't take my dream
Happy, productive, with someone to love
With a future , a life, and beauty above .
Fight and they fade, but never the same
I wonder if any truly win at this game .
I try to speak, I try to explain
This feeling has me circling the drain.
They see me fighting and flailing,
Not understanding my failing.
Get up, brush off, and start anew,
Snap out of it! HEY! I'm trying to.
Motivation is frail and weak,
Just some rest , a break, is all I seek.
Life does not stop, another day follows
And this scares me most,
After all the days pass and I reach my end
Will my brain be shattered or still on the mend.
What is the point of the struggle and toil
If these thoughts follow me into the soil.
No guarantees, no promises here
Live while you can, trembling in fear
I shouldn't think this,I shouldn't think that
But I'm human and weak, so that's that
