Category : Poems

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What must I do?

What must I do?

The thoughts I hear, they scratch at my skull. They rip, they chew, they spit, they claw at my skull.

What must I do to make them stop? 

Must I scream, must I cry, must I always let them tear my mind until they die alongside me? 

Everyday, I see the trees. . . they are so happy with the others. I long to be like them, to be with them, to be one of them. 

I go unnoticed for the days, every single day from the others. 

I walk home with melancholy thoughts, and they walk along with me.

They have always walked along with me, a dark shadow cast over me.