Think

Think. Think.

I shouldn't think, just feel.
Let my emotions
handle what is "real" when
I write I
fight for control
of my soul
I need someone to console
my raging thoughts
my mind won't rest I'm
blessed to sleep
that's a lie I'm
alive in my dreams
I die in my dreams come
to life when I sleep my
breast, it aches from
the pain in my chest
when it beats,
no relief
my heart is inflamed
it cannot be tamed
this cortisol rushing through my veins
to cry is in vain
my body, it quakes, I shake
uncontrolled but the
heat is on and I am a flame
I burn so deep
I yearn to steep
like tea
in a sea of mindless thoughts
to set me free
but my legs won't stand
I am too weak
to break the hold
they have on me
a bird with a feeble beak
I wish to fly on my own
but I would die on my own
without someone to feed me
what I need to survive
is to be alive but
how can I live
if I never win
I can't give in
I must confess
My mind will never let me rest.