I'm a hostage to my mind.
My suffering is hidden behind my smile,
My mouth stays shut to keep me from shouting,
My selfishness has taken joy's space,
Although I keep on pleading:
'Bring her back, please'
'Bring back the old me.'
My mind continues to hurt me
by saying,
'You're not a good person.
'Look at the mess you're becoming'
The words sink deep into my soul,
I have lost all control.
The past nags at me,
I am filled with regret,
It tastes bitter like black coffee,
I'm sick of living this nightmare,
I'm absolutely exhausted,
But there is no escaping when you are stuck inside yourself.
