Come to me,
make me feel,
or feel nothing at all.
Silence the thoughts
that wont let me think.
Make every big thing seem small.
Fall onto me with repeated grace,
a ballet of shades of red.
‘Sweet relief can be all mine’,
says the whispering voice in my head.
Give me the strength to deal by myself
a burden i shall not be.
Cut loose the chains of overthinking,
maybe then I will be free.