I feel the thorns piercing
Like my heart trying to be free from the grip
And my mind pounding yelling it to stop
But it remained unanswered, unrecognized.
Not a single thought of doubt has escaped
All imprisoned in my mind
Played by my neurons on repeat
Until even my own my mind is sick of me.
The screams are getting louder
At the back of my head, no silence
It rings until I go deaf
Until I go beyond just simple self-doubt.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 5:23 AM UTC
I feel the thorns piercing
Like my heart trying to be free from the grip
And my mind pounding yelling it to stop
But it remained unanswered, unrecognized.
Not a single thought of doubt has escaped
All imprisoned in my mind
Played by my neurons on repeat
Until even my own my mind is sick of me.
The screams are getting louder
At the back of my head, no silence
It rings until I go deaf
Until I go beyond just simple self-doubt.
