my head is my enemy.
it always catches me at my worst moments.
My head makes me wish to die.
My head makes me feel like I am worthless.
maybe my head is right
My head gives me thoughts darker than the night,
My head makes me think I am sick,
coughing up evil,
and damning me to death.
My mid makes me crave pain.
It makes me crave it like an orphan craves  a home.
darkness fills my head.
darkness clouds my soul
I don't need this, I know.
But some part of me always listens to my head.
I am easily swayed,
just as equally paid back
with pain
its like
captain ghost
whelming this life.
My brain is infected
with depression
there is no cure
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