Thinking kills
I don't know what my brain is thinking about half the time maybe I do, but I don't want it to be mine its hard to ignore but it builds more and more ive tried before but it's like someone banging on the door it's like it will always be there maybe one day I will be able to share what I just can't seem to bare to explain what goes on in my head so I will be able to shed all the negative things that go on in my head
This poem is about:
Me