Late nights, most anxious times,
Harmful thoughts flood my mind.
Can’t unsee the patterns there,
In the darkness, I despair.
I need support, not from outside,
But from within, where fears reside.
Overthinking, heart in strife,
Trying to find peace in life.
I’m harmful to myself,
These thoughts are a killing force.
Losing grip, no control,
As they take their course.
I try not to hurt myself,
Holding pillows tight for calm.
Deep breaths, talking through the storm,
Fighting hard to stay strong.
I’m harmful to myself,
In ways that I can’t face alone.
Journeys in and out, my mind,
Fluctuates with words it finds.
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