i think, i think, i think. my thoughts swirling around my head like a hurricane, going faster than i can comprehend. it's the worst at night, when i'm alone. it's shredding what's left of my happiness until there is nothing but pain. it corners me, it's a killer. the worst kind, because it's my thoughts. no matter how hard i try, i cannot run away from my thoughts. they make me realize that i stopped living a long time ago. now i'm just waiting. waiting for what is the question. my mind cannot fathom what that is though. all it knows is everything is a nightmare. but this time i can't call out for my mother, i can't wake up from this horrifying dream. i mean how can you wake up from a nightmare if you aren't even asleep? this time it's just me and my thoughts, no mother and no waking up. and they make me think what's worse? a gun or a thought? i don't know anymore. a gun gives you an opportunity but a thought pulls the trigger.
ns.
