Thoughts

Thoughts


The thoughts run through my head as I’m crying here in bed.

These thoughts are ones ought not be thought lest they might be said.

Thoughts of desperation, depression and despair.

I think there’s nothing I can do and no one really cares.

I try to forget about them and go on with the day.

Some how they always show themselves and will not go away.

Some days are better than others, some days are really quite good.

Some days I’m a different person, I would stay that way if I could.

But the thoughts will always come back when I have the time to think.

When something finally goes wrong is when my smile tends to shrink.

The frown returns to my face and the twinkle leaves my eye.

Usually I cannot help it and I begin to cry.

In the end I’ll get over it and something will go right.

For a while I’ll be normal and forget those nights till night.

As I lie in bed waiting for sleep they creep back into my head.

Thoughts I’ll only think, thoughts that should never be said.

Sherry