To choose to listen to the voices in my head or the whisper in my heart. Blinded by my own hand most of the time. The roller coaster turned into a merry-go-round. I knew where I had ended up, but I didn't see the start. My thoughts are off and running again...
Round and round, I feel this creeping monster run down my spine and gnaw at my center. I am terrified of it. I let it go on forever.
...I finally looked inside and asked, "What the hell do you want from me?"
"I just want you to know that it's me, which is you. Just trying to tell you that you need love, that's the truth."
I need to stop crucifying myself to feel alive. It's selfish.