Sometimes I'm incapable of shaping my thoughts into words but I know it's inevitable that they escape my mind, even if I'm unable to articulate what's in my head. Sometimes I twist and writh, trying so hard to prevent the outcome that I know will happen if I can't build something out of my own emotional turmoil.
It's as though these self destructive tendencies eat me from the inside out, and some say they hear a negative voice in their head but the voice I hear is mine, so whose to blame? The problem with putting these thoughts to paper is the likelyhood of another soul finding them, consuming them and allowing them to spread like a cancerous growth.
