I sit here watching the words appear on the screen,
as I type each individual letter.
So many thoughts are just all starting to run together,
becoming one overbearing enemy.
An enemy to my soul, my heart, my body.
thoughts are slicing through me like knives.
Killing me slowly.
Physically hurting myself with images of the unknown.
Trying to tell you I am not okay,
while trying to convince myself that I am, is not an easy task.
Thinking positively is not an option,
I am making myself crazy with every waking minute.
