I think I'm losing it.

Losing myself.

To the dark matter
In my head.

The things I'd do
to make the voices stop.

I wish I would be left alone
Could read
and play piano
days on end

And not worry
about tomorrow

And the sorrows
it will bring.

I wish I could be helped

I have to help myself

How can you do that

When you can barely think at all?