Suicide comes to mind
The thought can dwell forever
“The metal plays across my skin
Like a violin
Letting all the blood poor out
So I won’t breathe again”
That was a part of me 10 years ago
What’s changed?
I’m understanding what thoughts are
Thoughts are shallow
They aren’t coming from somewhere deep inside
They traverse along indecision
To be jumbled and confused
Don’t dwell in thought
Act with the first good thought you have
And keep going
Don’t think too much