My thoughts are… painful
They make me feel like I am hopelessly lost
And always will be
They make me feel like I have something good
But it’ll disappear so soon
They make me feel like I will only ever be a disappointment
And I suffer every day

My thoughts keep me up at night
Regretting everything I did that day
Feel a burst of anger
And take my breath away
Tightening my chest
And letting the black consume my sight

My thoughts make me feel so alone at the same time as crowded
Screaming voices in my head
All telling me I’d be better off dead
Yet also deafening silence, hearing the one thing whispered clear
Broken, broken, broken

My thoughts…
Oh beauty they might be
But treacherous too
As they stretch me thin
And claw me apart

My dear thoughts and me.