Thoughts…..

My mind will not stop she whispered

It's fighting me back

My mind will not stop she bellows

It's brutally stabbing my insides

I'm already dead

There is nothing left

What happiness?

My mind does not like that

It prefers the still of night

The disappointments that comes with life

Anger

Pain

Rage

That's what my mind feasts on

A starved child

Yearning for blood

A slitted wrist does not seem bad

Blood.....A familiar flood

Or maybe a dozen pills

That will do the trick

Quick

Slit, slap, struck

My mind will not stop she echoed

Maybe it's time to...

My face says a lot

It often fights back

I'm tired

It's a constant battle

Mind vs Self

Both strong

Yet weak

My mind will not stop she whispered....

As she finally drifts away in the dead of night

"Thoughts by: Shaneika Smith