I've written so much today.
I'd love to stop, or turn the page,
but I have too many words that I want to say.

I have too many words that need to be said.
I wish I could erase them,
but if I did, I would likely end up dead.

The death would be at my own hands.
If only that wasn't the pitiful case,
but my mind cannot keep up with their demands.

The demands that have been etched into my soul.
I want to stop their sharp blades,
but I am no longer in control.