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.