Thoughts

Everyone has their own voice,

Revenge isn't a promise but a choice.

It's easy to say practice what you preach,

But harder to listen than it is to teach.

Every night I lay depressed and awake,

Pondering through every single mistake.

I try to change and better improve,

This devil inside me is just too hard to move.

I've hurt, I've lied and surely made matters worse,

For the little bit of good inside me is in fact a curse.

Rotting my mind from the inside, out,

I push my face into a pillow, I scream and shout.

My thoughts slowly consume all of me,

And all I've asked was for them to let me be.

I never meant to do so much wrong,

I was young, naïve and for so long,

Mending my own heart from my mother's passing,

As she watches over me I hope for a blessing.

For her forgiveness is all I truly need,

I'll follow no longer, I now wish to lead.