My soul is exhausted,
it whispers for me to rest
But my heart says, “Fight. Don't give in. This is a test.”

My brain says “Do whatever you want.”
and  it wasn't a lie
So I dropped my head, held your hand tight
while I hoped to die

It keeps talking
The voice in my head

Telling me things
That I want to be said

"He likes you"
It whispers

But I know better
I know he doesn't

But maybe he does.

Sometimes I feel like I’m treading on eggs
But I’m just fine
Because I imagine they are your head