It sits there lurking at the back of your mind

Waiting for that moment when it comes from behind

Whatever emotion you’ve just come through

Pushing past thoughts in an orderly queue

The blackness of thought, the start of a spiral

Generating negativity before going viral

It just takes one thing to push you over the edge

And there you stand on a precipice, on a ledge

Not in the physical world but up there in your mind

With no outward symptoms for people to find

Or help you with demons that fight in your head

But you’re alone with your thoughts and filled full of dread

Its difficult to assess the negativity

When to the outside world you appear to be

Operating just as you did before

Before these black thoughts came to the fore

Those close might notice some of the signs

That your thoughts are becoming much more malign

But its likely to be such a subtle change

That they may not notice anything strange

Or be able to provide positive interaction

To counteract these waring mental factions

But these demons they’re clever they just chip away

At your personality, day after day

It’s a skill that they’ve honed and they do it so well

Leaving you hollow, just a fragile shell.