it's all in my head.

Suicidal thoughts flooded the area,

leaving little to no air for breathing.

Left bruises and wounded people.

Then on its way, leaving.

Crying for help, no one can hear the crowded screaming.

No one can escape this pressurized feeling.. we’re in too deep.

Shallow waters turned into deadly creeks.

Water fountains turned into one black sink.

Sinking into the madness alike a whirlpool of sadness.

Going too fast..

Blurry faces but no way to mask the issues that have surfaced upon the broken.

So many thoughts left unspoken.

Fear created an open slot but left no token.

And then “she” walks in and she manages to close it.

The suicidal thoughts are gone for now,

but I’m afraid the cycle is not over and not too long until it randomly reopens.