Your mind sarcastically
Asks if I'm okay
I say no,
I'm in many
Types of pain.
But it's all the
Same.
To all of you, I'm
Insane.
I'd rather deal
With your abuse
Than be in county
So I'm counting
The days 'till I
Figure out
How to get myself
Out of this
And away from
All of you
And closer
To the pull
Of the moon
With the howlers
