The Infection

These thoughts, rushing through my head

Confusing, crying out “It never really happened. It’s a figment of your imagination. You’ve gone crazy”

They scream at me, “You’re nothing. Worthless”

I start believe them

The thoughts spread

I can’t take it, I scream back, “Stop it! You’re wrong!”

But they only yell back, “You’re stupid! No one cares!”

What can I do

These thoughts….

 

People just don’t understand

I don’t even understand

I just wish I could escape

This torment that is my thoughts

It keeps me from being okay

But I can’t do anything about it

Because they’re engraved in my head

It’s an infection

No, it’s a disease that can’t be cured

And it’s slowly killing me

Eating away at me

Piece by piece I’m falling

And no one can help me

I can’t help myself

These thoughts are just there

I want to be free of them

But I can’t

Because they’re a part of me

It flows through my veins

Slowly making its way from my heart to my head

That’s where everything starts isn’t it

In the heart

And that’s what makes it so deadly

That’s what makes it incurable

 

My mind is a disease

And it’s slowly killing me

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