On top of my cold hard bed, tossing and turning
Varieties of thoughts taking over my weak mind
Every thought multiplies into different feelings
Rest is not one of the thoughts unfortunately
Thoughts fill my mind to the brim
Head is about to explode
Innocent thoughts causing all this pain
Not even one thought is creating joy
Killing my spirit a bit by bit
Inside my mind is a mine field
Never ending explosions echo in my head
Giving my head many ways of suffering