It Never Ends.
I have this tendancy to
Fall apart sometimes.
When the banging in
My head
Becomes so loud,
I am drowning
In my thoughts that
Frighten me more than anything.
And the muffled shouts become
Ever so restrained.
The pounding and pounding and
Pounding
Seems to numb me.
And I am compressed in a
Restraint that is as heavy as my thoughts
That frighten me more than anything.
And I am trapped in my toxic mind,
And it seems as though
It never ends.
This poem is about:
Me