I have been going through quite a bit lately and these words came to me and needed to be wrote down. It’s supposed to be a poem and I’m not sure if it is written correctly but here it is….
The thoughts whisper in my head,
Like voices on the wind.
They race through faster and faster,
As if they’re cars on a track.
The words are vile poison,
Spewing words of self hate.
Nothing, worthless, fat, disgusting,
Echoing on an endless repeat.
I see no signs of it slowing,
So what options are left?
Do I give in and jump,
To finally quiet the torture?
I come to a crossroad,
Two paths are before me.
To my left I see relief,
A sweet slip into eternal slumber.
But I barely glance before I turn,
And start towards my right.
Before me is the tallest mountain,
And at the peak I see my life.