His name is overthinking
Late at night when I lay in bed
A partner sometimes joins me,
Not the one you would imagine,
he is rather clingy
My partner is sadistic, he takes pleasure in torturing me
and I can’t help but let him fool me, torment me and nearly kill me
He even succeds to make my thoughts dance devilishly above me,
and they all twist, writhe, jump and sometimes even crush me
While I lay there, silent and gloomy
helplessly taking it in, letting it destroy me
Breathless and weary, I find myself sending a query
why in hell does it have to be me ?
Until I find a cure to the pain that necroses me,
I roll to the other side of the bed, tugging at my plaid
muttering to myself, I need a break from all this thinking
Oh my brain, will you please stop overthinking
M.Z
