I must confess
I'm feeling a lot of stress
There's so little I can express
Everyday I'm taking a guess
Suffering from that distress
I feel bodiless
Only thoughts contained
And I'm feeling drained
Strained
I feel addlebrained.
Reality hits when I think about everything I say
Every word I said keep getting in my way
Every word I remember feels like getting hit by a mace
I can't feel my face.
It's so heavy
Crazy to think I'm my own enemy
Oh. Here comes another thought
Definitely adds to the plot.
The main character is losing everything
From his past, he's running
But it all leads to nothing
He's just a plaything
If only he could start from the beginning
But he can't. Hence why I'm writing...
I'm thinking all the time
Telling myself it's my fault all the time
Drowning all the time
Fucking things up all the time
I hate myself all the time
I'm thinking all the time.
Those words I said
Just like vines they spread.
I just want to hear silence.
Break down the fence
So they can escape
Being free from that mental rape.
