A thousand thoughts, racing, pacing in my mind,
some of which I thought I left behind,
living, breathing, last breath, dead,
no-one can fathom what's going on in my head,
my thoughts are vivid and rapid but why are they there?
they bring nothing but hatred, anger and despair,
a head full of darkness, torment and pain,
my visions obscured with no-one to blame,
I don't understand, what have I done?
do I end this darkness at the barrel of a gun?
Alone in my room injecting needle to vein,
just so I can cope with the embarrassment and shame,
my body is numb as I lie on my bed,
inject a little bit more and I will finally be dead,
But upright I sit with eyes opened wide,
kill myself I will not, I have too much pride,
A voice keeps whispering take the easy road out,
but my inner spirit screams stand up stout,
don't be a victim to the demons within,
stamp down your authority with a mischievous grin,
you know you are stronger than the monsters that dwell,
so take control of your life and send them straight back to hell,
But the harder I try the fiercer they fight,
no matter how bright they extinguish the light,
go on, kill yourself, it's what you deserve,
your just a failure, a spasmodic nerve,
a bitter disappointment to those who you love,
so do them a favour and go to heaven above,
but according to you god is not there,
so the demons keep pulling you into their lair,
Then all of a sudden that inner fighter appears,
to cleanse this earthly vessel of unwanted fears,
but my struggle is real and hard to explain,
and next thing you know, it's darkness again