My brain is killing me,
with constant violence and villainy,
pounding away with such ferocity,
making its responsibility,
to plague me with insecurity.
I’m tired of the hate It dictates,
It interrogates,
Showing embarrassing memories to intimidate,
Never ceasing to humiliate.
Addresses only weakness,
Sees only shame,
Words hit like venom,
Leaving me insane.
Only one guarantee,
we both can agree,
in the end,
My brain, will kill me.