My Mind


Sophia Boxold, Creative Writing Editor


In my own mind

Peace is what I have lacked

And voices stay until the end of time

I cannot escape

I can’t see the light

In this very dark maze

That I call my mind

Panic fills my chest

Making it hard to breathe

And I’m running out of breath

Like I’m drowning in the sea

Inside my mind is loud

Because if the voices in my head

I try, but I cannot drown them out

And they say I should be dead

For now I’m trapped

InĀ  a very dark place

A place full of misery and where I feel attacked

This place, which is my mind, is something I can’t escape