Nothing will calm this mind
But what's weird is that there's nothing to calm
Nothing inside this mind of mine
Nothing inside
Maybe it's over
Maybe I've finally died this time
Maybe this is the end,
The end of me
Just maybe it is

Because it's more painful to be left without thoughts
To be left with nothing
What if they end me?
What if they take me away?
What if I act on these thoughts?
What will be of me then?
What will be of them then?
What will be?
What will be when the ink runs out?
When the ability to write is taken
What will be?
What will be of me then?
What will be if I don't make it until the end?
What if this is it?
What if?
What then?
What about me?
What about me and this...