Sometimes I don't believe my thoughts are my own.
They will scream and whisper words of hypocrisy, wrath and cruelty.
They wake me out my bed at nights in cold sweats.
They have cost me relationships and friendships.
They test my limits whether I should do that thing, hit her with the shovel or leave the shovel where it is.
My thoughts run free to make a mess in my head.
And one day I don't fight,
one day I let them be.
I stopped the cursing
I stopped...