my thoughts are like poison, trying to drown me.
trying to make me struggle.
Make me cry from the inside.
These thoughts... there is no easy way to put them.
They aren't suicidal but they aren't happy either.
I guess you could say they are numb.
they are quiet, but they are loud.
they wanna make me hear them clearly.
but really they come out in unclear, mumbled thoughts.
things I just can't hear. trying to tell me from ear to ear.
telling me my own sorrows.
telling me since age 8.
they don't go away.
but I don't beg them to stay.
Some of my thoughts keep me sane.
keep me from dying.
lows of lows they're there.
highs of highs they are there.
they aren't going anywhere.
7 years they've been there.
many more they are to come.