Screaming, in my head,
While in writhing in my bed.
Cold sweat pouring down,
When I feel like Im about to drown.
Thoughts suffocating my mind,
Sweet relief I'll never find.
Because I thought I had,
But I almost wound up dead.
But at times that is what I think I need,
As I am falling to my knees.
But eventually the blood would stop falling,
But my mind would stay clouded.
Though now I know,
The scars will always show.
And people will always think,
'My god, look at that freak!'
And some tears will form,
And I will wish I had never been born,
And again the screaming will be in my head,
And I will be writhing around in my bed.
