Mind Games

Thoughts can be so pretentious and ineffective, where the mind lets in things that never should be let in.
It’s so relentless and rebellious, as you run away it seems the haunt just likes to set in.
I feel so infested by my progression, it’s up and down I’m weak why can’t you seem to get it.
Weighed down by my depression, my mind is racing, my body’s resting still a fight on issues that are so defective.
It’s a war  understand it destruction happens, my boots are dirty, I’m drowning I need to catch it.
My own infection, that is connected with my blood drain it out so I can be destined.
To better sections, defeat is not a word that is effective.
Yet I’m affected by all the lessons I will never be the same realize
it’s dark majestic.
Therapy’s not an easy pill to swallow, I end with this is my connection.