Mental health

Minds racing, heart pounding. Sweats pouring, slowly losing grip of reality. The things in my head are unbearable, my nightmares you could not indulge. For if you was locked inside my head, for even 60 seconds, you would understand why I hid like I do. Minds screaming, but no words are coming out. Trying to hold on, but the demons in my head are making me lose grip. Grip of myself and grip of my reality. Keep busy all day so I can get a little relief. Sun goes down and night time rolls in. Body tried and ready for bed. Lay there for hours, with racing repeating thoughts. My nightmare you couldn’t indulge, for I wouldn’t want you to. My body been through hell. From being raped, to abuse and left broken. But not even those compare to what my brain does to me daily. My light is dim and hope seems far, but still I fight everyday to have my life, for the demons won’t win. I am a fighter and a survivor.