For days I can no longer count,
I sit in this dark bedroom..
Blocking out socially,
taking orders from a voice in me.
Sometimes i wonder,
If im really just mentally unstable,
like a television with no cable.
I cant push myself to think right,
I cant push myself to open the door,
To reveal all of lifes horrors.
I dont really understand anymore,
What's true or false, what's good or bad.
For my mind continues to make me sad.
Im gripping so tightly, to my sanity.
But it's running away? Like it's mad at me.
It makes me now understand,
Why so called "emos" have cuts on their hands.
This darkness enveloping me, is unbearable.
Because the damage done to my mind is terrible.
So far gone.. My sanities unrepairable.
