My head

He was there in my head
Drilling holes and killing me
Oh how I wish for the thought of being dead
It's there reaching out to touch my existence
A pointless existence
My life always goes this way, he comes in and I pray he will dispose of me this time.
I'm still here
Why does it take him so long this time?
The drilling won't go away and he's there again,though I can't see him.
He does that time and time again, creeps around like he thinks I don't know he's there.
That I don't know I might die this time, that this could be my last day! Well I do!
I know his movements. How he finds his prey!
I know him in a way that is different
"Get up!" he screams
He actually thinks I will listen.
He thinks I want to be free from him
I do!
Just in a different way.....