malignant thought

in the darkest corners of the mind

lurks a thought, desperate.

often silent, but sometimes chaotic

its voice echoes in the head.

hear me, it says -

I belong to you, don't you let me die

feed me, let me survive -

for, in the times when no one cares,

I would.

I would keep you sane,

I would give you the strength to fight.

you have labelled me as negative -

and thrown me in the dungeons,

but believe me -

I am valuable, one day you would know,

when the world gives you pain

I will soothe your heart

and show you a path.

so says, the malignant thought,

its chaos, a constant headache.

I pull a pillow over my head and try to sleep

I visualize myself walking -

out from the recesses of my mind

not seeing the darkness that follows me out.

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