sinking.

i think i’ve lost my mind

thoughts racing to see which will finish me first

it’s in my head, isn’t it?

seeing the voices, hearing ghosts

it’s all in my head.

it’s all i taste, the smell of defeat

so quietly deafening

screaming but my voice is just but a whisper compared to all the noise

searching for reasons but there are none this time

i’m sick of trying to give this pain meaning,

what if it’s just meant to hurt?

what if it’s just meant to hurt me?