The thoughts cloud my mind like furious storm clouds.
They taunt me like demons on my shoulder.
All day, every day, even at night.
Nothing makes me happy; all of it disappears into my storm cloud.
Hiding to do the deed
I’m lying to myself, it won’t make it better
Yet my hand doesn’t follow my head, but my pain.
Stroke by stoke brings more pain and no relief.
My brain is shut off, it won’t tell me stop.
Before I know it, I’m broken.
Nothing is my comfort.
I cover the blood and tears and pain.
Show up all smiles, little do people know the pain I’m in.
All day, every day, especially at night when I’m alone