These thoughts are never endingIntrusive and rudeThey speak to me in volumesAnd I, unable to control them, am left to endureIt's like a slow ticking. . .no mater how far I runStill, it followThis taunting becomes a gameAnd I'm losingLosing controlLosing what little insight I gained
And without notice I fallTrapped in these thoughtsThoughts that start making sense
I have long prayed for strengthExpectant of what was to comeAnd even with time I wasn't readyIt's hard to fight your demonsWhen you can't find a way to let them go
Around me they swimTil I can't take anymoreI'll play your little game for now
I write… When the thoughts swirl too much in my head. Because I am afraid to say things out loud. When there is no one to listen. Because I hope one day you'll read my words. I write because I know no other way