The emotional sea
That is my mind
What could I have done different?
What could I have changed?
Am I just really stupid?
Or am I simply deranged?
Constantly looking over my shoulder
All my senses amplified
Is it all in my head?
Or is my paranoia justified?
How can one feel scared and angry
Both at the same time?
Where in the world would recognise
That what he did to me is a crime
Thinking about what he did to me
Over and over again
My mouth so dry I can’t tell anyone
So I decide to pull out paper and a pen
Maybe it’ll get better
Maybe one day, I’ll heal
Maybe one day my nightmares
Might not feel as real
Perhaps I’ll write a book one day
For people like me who relate
Maybe my pain will teach them
To love themselves instead of hate
Until that day, I will fight
This relentless battle in my head
From the moment I wake up
Till the minute I go to bed