There is a ghost in the mind that I’m “afraid”
That I want to kill with a blade!
As I’m on my bed they come,to meet
First trying to be sweet!
But as I dwell they show their “painful sides”
Like a sea full of horrifying tides!
I don’t want them anymore, as they don’t “let live”
To get them “off” I continuously” strive”
Tooba.