Does it ever go away?
I mean truly.
Does the constant pit of nausea ever go away
Do the terrible terrible thoughts ever stop running astray
Does my mind ever grow tired
Bored of stories that create more desire
Will my mind ever stop giving false hope
Can I breathe at least once without using it to cope
Can't I just do
And not ask the question of who
Who is watching me
Who will disagree
Who do I have to make happy
Who will think I'm tacky
Who do I have to watch out for
Who will see me as someone to ignore
At times I wish I could take control
To stop digging myself a deeper hole
The hole of my mind that can never be filled
The pit of fear that I have instilled
Not fear of the world
But fear of myself in that world
