Pouring poison
What I realised is you can’t keep pouring poison over your head and expect it to be okay.
You can’t tell yourself you’re a failure three times before breakfast and not expect that to stick
You can’t let the tyrant in your head speak words of disappointment, fear and disgust into your heart
And expect the sky not to turn grey right over your head.
This isn’t a game
Your mind isn’t a basketball you can keep slamming into the concrete
And expect the sky not to turn grey right over your head
Take care of your mind.