Thoughts

These thoughts they run deep

Like the blood through my veins
And I try to change course but it’s like it’s in vain

So sometimes I feel shame, and sometimes I just embrace
But then that embrace turns into self-hate

And if I can’t be at peace with my own thoughts, then who will
It’s like I’m living in a ghost world, my own Silent Hill

And daylight only breaks when I get distracted by going through my daily motions

Hoping to avoid my really crazy thoughts

But when I’m alone in my head my thoughts aren’t just thoughts
They’re my new reality, my shelter from the world

And then I’m shamed, spooked, scared, awakened back to the real world

Only to slowly fall back into my thoughts again