Ruins of a thousand words

I just wrote down all the misery in my head, and then I deleted it all, It wasn't good enough. Not miserable enough to be entertaining,

So it's gone, and when posted, it cannot be undone.

so it's still in my head... in my bed, in my veins
twisting turning alone I'm in pains

Salvation is a creature dying in front of me, roadkilled by my controlling thoughts.