These thoughts are never ending
Intrusive and rude
They speak to me in volumes
And I, unable to control them, am left to endure
It's like a slow ticking
. . .
no mater how far I run
Still, it follow
This taunting becomes a game
And I'm losing
Losing control
Losing what little insight I gained

And without notice I fall
Trapped in these thoughts
Thoughts that start making sense

I have long prayed for strength
Expectant of what was to come
And even with time I wasn't ready
It's hard to fight your demons
When you can't find a way to let them go

Around me they swim
Til I can't take anymore
I'll play your little game for now

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