My Mind
My mind feels like a weight dragging me down, however I'll never let you see my frown.
It feels like my head is the universe, if I keep thinking then it just gets worse.
One day I wish to set my mind free, escape into my own reality.
My mind is my friend and my enemy, it helps me dream yet thinks with such intensity.
There's a demon hiding in my mind, yet in some way it is also kind.
It wants to fill my head with images, of things I wish would become changes
My mind may be the thing that tortured me, but that doesn't change what it will always be.
It is my only escape from this place we call home, honestly I would prefer to be alone.
These thoughts that surround my head, are the reason I'm not dead.
My mind reminds me of the things I live for, shows me things that I adore.
It hurts to see these thoughts once more, I want to lock them away in my draw.
These thoughts may be signs of love, but I know that pain and it's just too much.
My mind keeps telling me it's okay, but I know it's just lying right to my face.
I've fallen in love many times before, each of them hurting more and more.
You're the pain and ache in my heart, yet you were also the hope from the very start
