Where do you go to my lovely?
When you’re alone in your bed.
Won’t you tell me the thoughts that surround you?
I want to look inside your head.
As the haunting tones of the song wore on,
I thought if someone really knew,
What it was like to be,
A victim of your own mind?
A prison of your own making, where you’re eternally entrapped.
Can anyone really comprehend what it’s like
To have a mind that never rests?
During the day or at ungodly hours
The wheels, they keep on turning.
Till you go crazy trying to calm down
A mind that’s always churning.
Your eyes turn red and swollen, your body goes all slack.
Because sleep, the rest for the weary, oh, sleep is something you dearly lack.
You think of this and you think of that,
Of things long gone,
And the ones yet to come
Or even of what may go wrong.
What if, what if, the questions go on
But the irony is, one has nary a clue
Of answers to them
Because there can possibly be none.
Do you comprehend what it’s like,
To live in all pervading anxiousness?
There’s an inner voice that doesn’t stop speaking.
Some people say it’s best to ignore it.
But I wish they could see
How it’s the only one I can hear.
I know of nothing except it,
For my anxiety is my guiding light
How do I function bereft of it?
So, now do you know what it’s like
To be a victim of your own mind?
(P.S. :This is a part of my regular series on spreading mental health awareness. To read more on it or to spread the word, please click here. To read my previous post on a struggle with depression, click here.
Also, the song quoted in the beginning is a personal favourite and comes highly recommended so I’m sharing the link here. Enjoy!)