I am told that I have to call someone
Whenever I feel even just a breeze of sadness.
I'm not sure who this person will be
Or how they will feel about waking up
To 9 missed calls on their lock screen
Every morning.

"Don't beat yourself up about it,"

He said this as if by hearing those words
I would not receive the bruises and scratches
That he repeatedly gave to me.
That by hearing those words,
Every hurtful thing he told me was flawed
Could be erased
Dissolved.
He told me not to beat myself up about it
As he was slicing me open.

my mind never stops,
a whirlwind of emotions rage inside me
wave after wave
the slam into me without notice
I’m speechless

my mind never stills,
unwanted thoughts consume me
sparks ignite new ideas
overthinking everything
I’m on overdrive

my mind never quietens,
songs blast constantly
reverberating, resounding within me
countless stories and jokes and memories
I’m tired

my mind won’t relax
and I’m trying
but I’m tired

My mind is on overdrive,
Currently working overtime,
I'm overthinking and its slowly killing me.

sometimes i feel like i'm not alive
my breath gets caught in my lungs
and i'm thinking too much about
all the things i wanna forget
my hands start to shake and
all i know is i want this feeling
to go away

Sometimes you tend to form a beautiful thought, overcook it, burn it and leave it alone! Instead, just do it!

The ineffable satisfaction
To say it's all my fault

The sad joy I sense
Dreaming about my vault

I feel so full of thoughts
I let only a few in

If I'm willing to comfort others
I can't appreciate me, myself, my own skin.

sail over the horizons
let loose your entwined thinking
confined to walls

imagine
don't think too hard
for overthinking
can be treacherous

Sadness take root,
Spilling clear dew on its shoot,
Sometimes I wish I could stay put,
Never thinking of all the what-could.

I´m back in this silly town,
where everything reminds me of you.
All these songs only get me down
as they bring little glimpses of you.
But if you only knew
how you take my inspiration away,
just like my self love runs dry,
and how many nights
my dreams carry your face;
you would surely think I´m mad,
cause I´m missing someone who´s never been mine.