Quotes and Poems, Etc.

The mind

My mind is the one who hurts me now.
It breaks me a little more each night.
Makes me hate myself each morning.
Questions my actions during the day.

It never stops.
I don't think it ever will.
Because it's picked up on everything bed thing ever said to me.
Every demeaning thing ever yelled at.

Now it simply repeats them to me.
Every single time.
It never ends.
It won't stop talking to me.

It's talking to me now.
Telling me I'm worthless.
I'm not needed.
Not wanted.
Not cared for.

I used to fight with it but...
It's getting harder to each day.
I'm not sure I can anymore.
I'm not even fighting back now.

Haha...
I think I'll just leave it at that because
My mind is no longer mine.
It is its own being now.
The mind with a mind of its own.