Our thoughts consume our brains,
They hold onto us like they are chains.
They pain we feel,
Makes us wonder if we will ever heal.
Is this the end?
Or is there another bend?
Will everything continue to turn?
Will everything crumble and burn?
Did I do something wrong?
Why have I struggled this long?
I didn’t want any of this.
I didn’t want to lose my bliss.
Have all my battles been in vain?
Why must I feel this pain?
I do not know what to fight for.
I can’t take this anymore.
Our thoughts consume our brains,
They hold onto us like we are chains.
The pain we feel,
Makes us wonder if we will ever heal.
Is this the end?
Or is there another bend?
Will everything continue to turn?
Will everything crumble and burn?
I never thought it’d be this bad.
I do believe I’m going mad.
I do not want this life,
I could stab myself with a knife.
Will my thoughts ever yield?
Will I always be in this battle field?
I cannot escape these cell walls.
I am lost within these halls.
Our thoughts consume our brains,
They hold onto us like they are chains.
They pain we feel,
Makes us wonder if we will ever heal.
Is this the end?
Or is there another bend?
Will everything continue to turn?
Will everything crumble and burn?
These constant thoughts slam into my brain,
They make me feel insane.
Over and over. Boom boom.
They are the footsteps of my doom.
God, are you there?
Do you really even care?
I do not feel you?
What did I do?
Our thoughts consume our brains,
They hold onto us like they are chains.
The pain we feel,
Makes us wonder if we will ever heal.
Is this the end?
Or is there another bend?
Will everything continue to turn?
Will everything crumble and burn?
This is how I really feel,
I wish this wasn’t real.
I no longer have control,
My life is oh so dull.
I can no longer fight,
I can find no more light.
I am to be forever broken.
And these thoughts shall remain unspoken.
Our thoughts consume our brains,
They hold onto us like they are chains.
The pain we feel,
Makes us wonder if we will ever heal.
Is this the end?
Or is there another bend?
Will everything continue to turn?
Will everything crumble and burn?
Our thoughts consume our brain,
They make us feel insane,
Boom boom boom.
The footsteps of my doom.
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The Battle Roars. The Scars Multiply. The Pain Never Ends.
PoesíaThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might relate to it. It's about struggles and thoughts and thing. And it's just the honest truth about things. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe...
