An Ordinary Day

Thoughts screaming, digging, clawing their way through me, under my skin. I am helpless to stop them and death seems almost preferable to the pain. Demons of my past haunt me always, never relenting, never letting me feel or rest. Thoughts of myself forever degrading and demeaning. I look at myself and see nothing but my past. The regrets. The fear. The shame. The guilt. Seeing them all crawl under my skin, I claw at myself thinking, if I can only release them. Just rip them out. Yet my skin is always too thick. A self imposed shield put in place to protect. But with its protection comes a price. The thoughts. The screaming. The regrets. The demons forever caged within my skin.