It’s all in my head.
It’s all in my head.
But that doesn’t mean it’s something not real,
It’s something I feel.
I feel it everyday
This unrelenting pain.
Trapped in constant strain,
It’s all in my head.
You can’t see,
What’s inside of my head,
Inside of me.
You can’t tell me that what I feel isn’t the truth,
but I have no proof.
It’s all in my head.
That’s all to be said;
It’s all in my head.
And yet
It hurts when I breathe,
As my feelings deceive.
It hurts when I think,
And slowly I sink because
It’s all in my head.
It’s all in my head
And the conversation is dead
Because
It’s all in my head.
Who do I turn to?
The voices won’t help,
When I let it all out.
Yes, I can cry,
I can scream and can shout,
Make a commotion,
Make noises come out,
But it’s all in my head,
And at the end of the day,
It isn’t in red.
There’s no marks,
I have not bled.
So how can this be real?
If it’s all in my head?
Today is the day I start speaking.
I realise by speaking, I am not weakened.
I am more than the thoughts inside of my head,
And it’s time that I put that stupid thought to bed.
It might be in my head,
In my fears,
In my heart,
But at least,
Finally,
I’m speaking.
At least it’s a start.
Jennifer Pickering 