IT HURTS
I feel the darkness grow and stalk
the halls of my mind,
whispering words of mockery,
words that I cannot help
but take to heart...
What if I am not good enough?
Am I a failure?
What if I can't do this?
Am I lying to myself?
What if I make a fool of myself?
Am I truly talentless?
All of this runs around my mind,
having me chase and bite and
pull my own tail as the darkness
laughs, loud, proud and cruel.
Am I just wasting my time?
Is the quill and ink meant for
someone like me?
Am I even good at what I do?
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to think
All I know is...is that
IT HURTS
It all hurts too much...
Far too much...
How I want to hide...
the halls of my mind,
whispering words of mockery,
words that I cannot help
but take to heart...
What if I am not good enough?
Am I a failure?
What if I can't do this?
Am I lying to myself?
What if I make a fool of myself?
Am I truly talentless?
All of this runs around my mind,
having me chase and bite and
pull my own tail as the darkness
laughs, loud, proud and cruel.
Am I just wasting my time?
Is the quill and ink meant for
someone like me?
Am I even good at what I do?
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to think
All I know is...is that
IT HURTS
It all hurts too much...
Far too much...
How I want to hide...