Prowling In My Head

There has been something prowling around in my head,
Preying down on my thoughts.
I try to hide it away from your face,
Hoping that for once from your care I can escape…
Yet there is a torturing feeling inside of me,
Feeding on my pain and laughing straight at me…
I’m stuck on my tracks and unable to move,
I can’t think and I can hardly breathe too.
I want it to get out of my head,
It’s controlling every part of me… I’m its slave…
I’m damned… that’s how it was meant to be… I’ll never be saved…
I hope for you not to see me this way,
For it gets even harder every passing day.
I hold it in though, and so far I’m still holding on,
But fearfully I believe after a few days I might be gone…