Oh how my thoughts,
Get the best of me,
Sitting alone in my bed,
On replay.
The demons,
Strangle the good from my mind,
Creating a war of nightmarish thoughts,
That circle through my mind,
Causing a Whirlwind of anxiety.
Doubting myself constantly,
Doubting my worth,
My capability of love,
And my ability to love myself.
Oh how my thoughts will torture me,
Until I sit alone in my bed crying the pain out,
They get the best of me,
So I will sit and think,
And think,
And think.
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How to get the best of me
PoetryMy thoughts can torture me even when I'm safe in my bed
