Each of your thoughts echo
Inside your head
They come back to you
With every breath
You try to run from them
Hide behind distractions
But to no veil
You cannot outrun yourself
So, you decide to let them out
To give them voice
Maybe they will stop their torment
If they torture someone else
But it’s not good
You no longer only hurt yourself
But those around too
You have to run again
But there is a way
Give them pen and paper
Words may be ugly,
But you don’t have to sign under them
You let them all out
It feels like purification
Like poison getting out
So, you can finally heal
Because healing isn’t pretty
It’s long and complicated
But when you’re no longer scared
You will see its worth
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