In Her Head

'It's a race to the finish'

Or so they had said.

Homicide or suicide?

What's in her head?

Her face shows no anger,

No fear, no dread.

It simply shows peace,

Not what's in her head.

Racing thoughts are abundant;

Filled with lies and deceit.

The visions won't stop

When her mind is too weak.

She tries to find reasons

To live through the day

Or not want to kill others

For the things they would say.

Then it is in her darkness

To which she dives first.

Trying not to self-sabotage

As her thoughts become worse.

She's hanging herself

Using wire or rope

The choice doesn't matter

When she feels she can't cope.

A look in the mirror

Revealing no peace,

No destiny of treasures,

No sighs of relief.

She was tired of fighting

For life - then for death

So she thought she would fight

For the heart in her chest.

So the battle begins

And a new dawn arises.

She starts to take notice

Of life's subtle surprises.

She's learning to ease

The numbing chaos within

She's begging to not break

Though she 'madly may bend.