My mind is going crazy,
I don't know what is wrong,
Thoughts racing through,
There is too much to think about,
I've never cried this much,
And I don't even know why,
What the hell is wrong with me?
I have to try my hardest to restain myself,
I can't scream and break everything in sight,
I want to so much, But then I would be worried,
I must hold punch myself to restain the violence within,
Who cares if it leaves a bruise....
I'm pacing back and forth,
Pulling at my hair,
Wondering what the hell is wrong with me,
I don't know what it is,
I don't know if it can be healed,
I grab something to hold,
I need something to break,
Something that no one will notice,
Just as no one notices me.
I think I need a mental doctor at this point,
I don't know anything, and my head hurts,
So badly I want to just punch everything in sight,
I want to screak and let out all my emotion,
But, I can't do that... I just can't.
"Mr. Psychiatrist, I keep having these wierd thoughts,
Oh please, don't mind me,
I'm only A LITTLE crazy,
No, don't kick me out of your office,
I hate you! I though you where suppose to heal me!"__________________________________________________ ________________
This is how I feel right now... I think... I don't know....