Thread
Surrounding and covering my mind
Whispering the horrible what if"s
Trying to drive me to insanity
Taking over my body with its cruel intentions
My hand grasping the handle
As if with a mind of is own
So easy just to let every thing go
But still I will resist
For in my dark hole
There is a tiny thread
A white silvery thread
That I cling to with all my might
For it is my Hope
The very thing that keeps me alive
My hope that I will cling to
Until the time comes for me to climb.