Some days

Some days
Some days I wanna blow my brains
Put a gun in my hand
One last click, be deaf and dead
Some days I wanna kill my inner voice
It's her that makes me think these things
Like myself is not good enough
Like my troubles have no answers
Like my sickness has no cure
She's sickening
And when I overcome
When I push through
She's silent as a ghost
Some days
I wish she did not exist
©shyl