My thoughts encircle my head
An angry loop
A skipping CD
A song stuck on repeat

Vicious spiders
Eat my brain from the inside out
They grow in there
And they expose
My fears, my sadness, my doubts

My body screams for relief
It causes me not to sleep
Because if I do
There is a good chance
I will wake up
And everything will be an unfinished mess
My life is already in shambles.

My emotions
May as well be a noose
Entangling thoughts
Creating feelings
That eventually lead to actions
Soon enough
They all die too.

My thoughts encircle my head
An angry loop
A skipping CD
A song stuck on repeat

Song stuck on repeat
Stuck on repeat
On repeat
Repeat
Epeat
Peat
Eat
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