Here's a thought

If thoughts could kill, I might have killed myself by now
if thoughts could ask themselves of its worth, it might have been worthless to me now.
If the thoughts of only negativity leached out of my body, I might have been attracted to ceilings and hung myself by now
Thoughts are mere thoughts that could become the strongest voice you can only hear for yourself...
Sometimes my thoughts are drowned out by the ringing in my ears.
Sometimes, my thoughts are foggy because of this messy world we're in.
In this world of all thoughts are words made by nonsensical patterns you write in a paper or print in a screen, my thoughts are pure picture of me unseen.
Now, my thoughts are my powerful being that eats me up inside and out.. It wonders my being, from my soul to my vessel.
My ears are constantnly ringing and my thoughts are too loud, I think my head will burst out.
I wish, that people will be people, mere humans, realizing that they too have the same running and obscure thoughts like mine.
It's frustrating because now I understood: That being suicidal does not mean you and your thoughts fought to live because society shuns and cannot accept you. Thoughts like these can be brought up by frustrations for peace; of hoping that when you die, they'll realize the true meaning of family and loss and sacrifice and love.