PT 1
My hands itch to type;
To scratch against paper with my pen;
To write the words that linger in my mind;
To escape from those thoughts that plague me-
That threaten to break me beyond fixing,
To pull me under their tide.
So here i am,
Giving in to my urges,
When I know that it wont help a bit.
Because i never escape this horrible mind of mine.
I can never un-think the things I’ve thought.
I can never just stop.
Because if i do,
It’ll be because I’ve drowned.