There's a storm in my head
With never ending thoughts
unwanted emotions
In my brain, they rot

They fall like a downpour
Sporadically they tumble
I can't speak of them when I try
my mouth freezes and stumbles

I fear it's too late
My mind seeping with muck
Why can't the rain hold
And the clouds clear up

Every thought of dread and weary
The storm consumes
Fear of my own thoughts
Keeps me locked in this room

When will this storm finish
I dread it'll never end
It'll plunder me to hell
For my eternal descend

emotions can overwhelm an individual until their own minds are lost

I regret sleeping on that couch.
I was never very good at sleeping alone, and sleeping on that couch only made it worse.
Maybe that's why I clutch my pillow at night like my life depends on it.

A pounding headache is all I'm left with while my battered soul still remains there on that couch.
But it's time that I take it back.
It's time that I make a trade.
An eye for an eye, they always say.

So its time that I step out of my perfect fantasy and face reality, because I've become a ****** human being from searching for perfection and love.
We all know we can't obtain it.
I created my own hell, building blocks made out of self loathing, self pity, anger, the list goes on and on.
But every hell must freeze over.

That couch I slept on?
It's in my own mind, residing in the hell I created, smack in the middle of the thousands of hands that grab and choke and claw.
It's right in the middle of my inner demons.

I may still be sad in the morning, if I wake up...
But I'll sleep better knowing that I accepted the past.
Even if I still regret sleeping on that couch.

So,
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I know that my soul is mine to keep.
But if I should die before I wake,
I know that all of my struggles were not a mistake.

I'm not very important
I'm easy to forget
Like that pain in your heart
That goes numb and then black

Don't remember me
I'm just a passing shadow
Like a solar eclipse
I'm destined for the gallows

I'm sorry for
not being good enough,

and I'm sorry for
crying all the time.

I'm sorry for
being a disgrace,
and taking up space.

Goodbye.

And as you so lightly traced my skin,
All I felt was your longing for the flame that once so relentlessly licked your fingers.
That passion that had ignited your lust,
was now smokey embers of a dying fire too damp to ever be relit.