I lean my back on the cold wall
To me, my inner demons call
I sit, and on my bed I wait
I think, think before it’s too late

What course of action would suffice?
I think, think before they notice
An ever-growing parasite
Each second on my heart it bites

I know nothing else besides write
Write as I continue to fight
This churning feeling in my gut
I know I shouldn’t let it, but—

I have a voice, but not power
My consciousness has; I cower
I’ve grown tired of connect the dots
I am not myself, I am not.