They are the only ones who judge me. I am the only one who listens to them. Two troubled minds with harsh words, and horrible thoughts like mine. Two who run or ruin our lives. Two minds that were given to us. Everyone has a mind, we listen to them, one good mind and one dark.
The darkness takes over. They send horrible thoughts through my head. The thoughts thrive in my mind and bring tears to my eyes and they take over both of my minds and then I’m left with sadness and hurt. This is how I live.
My minds are dark, both of them to be exact, and I am not sure how to get them back. Thrive, thrive, thrive the thoughts keep on. They hurt.
When my heart starts to ache, when I am too weak to move, then I go into my mind. When there isn’t anything else I can do, I lay sad. Two who started as one. Two who thrived within the darkness. Two whose purpose was to win, and they did.