Thoughts like Daggers

My thoughts will kill me
These thoughts they play with me
My chest gets tense
My feelings are on the fence
I am positive I am losing it

My thoughts are trying to take me away
I’d like to get lost but not this way
You can take my mind but don’t forget my body
If I’m going to be lost, can I at least be a whole somebody?

Like daggers in my chest
I’m thinking of how bad things could get
I could think myself into a frenzy
I could think myself to death
Will it ever stop or is this as normal as it gets?

This organ in my head will be the end of me
I’m convinced it’s getting the best of me
It tells the rest of my organs to make me sick
I’m sick of being sick
My mind is telling me to get rid of me…

My thoughts are trying to kill me
They tell me all the things you are doing without me…
How can myself, be so mean to me?
Is my mind just messing with me?

Thoughts like dogs….
Chompin’ at the bit…
Looking for anything bad to swallow it…
My thoughts are making me sick