I'm scared of myself,
I'm scared.
I'm scared if I might do something,
I'm scared that I will regret it,
I'm scared of them crying because of me,
I'm scared.
The dark has come,
The thoughts crawl underneath my skin,
Will they leave me alone?
I don't think so.
The thoughts are in us-
We should control it,
But can we?
Is it us?
Or is it the demon?
Or is it our brain?
That make us think like this?
The thoughts are scary,
And I'm scared of it,
If the day comes, I wont hesitate to do it.
