I can't explain too well. The desire to articulate my thoughts is great, but likely not very relatable. Or is it? My need, my need! I just need to be in control or else my mind becomes corrupted with my body soon to follow. What a toxic desire it is.

The intrusive thoughts don't stop. Make the voices stop. 

Sleep is the only reprieve I have from myself. 

Oh how I wish I could sleep forever.

Why don't I sleep forever? 

I need to talk to someone who needs me.

How sick it is I only live for power

Make it stop, make it stop

Why can't I just be nice to myself