ThouGhtS

da fruits of ur mind
inticed by evryday livin
evryday dealins
a necessity in ur lyf dat cn turn against u
ur imagination runs wild wit thoughts
unknowingly tearing u apart
a breedin ground 4 insanity
each thought bringin forth anotha
leavin u unable 2 function
defenceless against ur own creations
an neva endin road
turnin aimlessly
neva reachin ur destination
madness followed by anxiety
anxiety followed by aniticpation
b4 u knw it ur lost
which road 2 take
which corner 2 turn
wer 2 go
endlees days
sleepless nyts
a war torn bein
fightin against urself
a battle u cannot win
a war u cannot bare
no clear cut solution
no glimmer of light
no hope
no joy
trapped in ur own mind
pushin away all normality
scard by ur feelins
tortured by ur thoughts
y fight a war u cannot win?
y feel or fink if all it dus is damage u
thoughtless
emotionless
free