Thinking too much.
Writhing in Pain.
It’s all made up,
Inside my Brain.
Thinking aloud.
Pray, what’s the point?
I only know
To Disappoint.
Just go! Oh no,
I’ve said too much.
Can someone give
My Brain a crutch?
It hurts too much
No cure? I plead.
To run from all
These thoughts, they bleed.
Inspiration 