Sitting on a beach.

Thinking.

You really call this peace?

My brain can’t stop speaking.

It’s one after another,

just constant

and it’s making me suffer.

Just let me be honest.

Let me talk to someone,

I hate being alone.

Because thoughts can consume one,

so far, that’s the only effect known.

So as I sit on the sand,

let me tell you,

thoughts do not give an upper hand

when you have more than a few.

Overthinking is devouring;

it tears you up and breaks you down.

It’s the feeling towering

when you start to drown.

My thoughts are dangerous,

and stupid,

and traitorous,

and intruded.

Please don’t tell me,

it’s better to be alone.

I have to disagree

because my thoughts are not my own.