Round and round

Late night window

Glass like a black screen

Thoughts doing circles

Tight

Small

Mean

Inside my skull

Crowded

Loud

Unkind

Claws on the drywall

Of my mind

Out there

Is just a line of grey

Flat horizon

Nothing in the way

I stare so hard

My eyes go red

Whole storm screaming

But I nod my head

Demons in my head just spin

Round and round

They drag me in

World is quiet

Sky is thin

Horizon in my head again

Heart is pounding through my chest

I confess it

Under breath

On my face

It looks like rest

Inside

I'm running from this mess

Every wrong word

Plays back

Frame by frame

Every soft "it's fine"

Burning like a brand name

Should've walked away

Should've held my tongue

Now my ribs feel

Too tight for my lungs

Hands on the table

They barely shake

Train in my veins

Slamming the brakes

Out the window

Just that distant line

I pretend I'm calm

While I come untied

Breathe in

Hold it

Count to four

Then ten

Tell myself I'll

Never think like this again

But the loop restarts

Same dark reel

Different day

Same

Heavy feel

Demons in my head just spin

Round and round

They drag me in

World is quiet

Sky is thin

Horizon in my head again

Heart is pounding through my chest

I confess it