My words get lost inside my head.
Inside the chaos they're left unsaid.
Important are the words she wrote,
When the thoughts get left unspoke.
The thoughts get matted and jumbled inside,
Left unsaid they tumbled and died.
Built upon was this great nation,
a great lack of communication.
The music doesn't soothe as well,
When the mind is personal hell.
The great blue thoughts fade away,
When they mix and turn to grey.
And she retreats inside her mind,
To let the thoughts consume her.
Brain and heart were not entwined,
Her present self never knew her.
Unable to see in her reflection,
What others dared to dream,
One large mass of imperfection,
Her brain is fryed, or so it seems.
Tears and scars lined her mind,
Praying for one more day,
But she knew, if she let go,
She'd never find her way.
Old addictions plague her thoughts,
Begging for one more night.
At the mercies of tear stained dots,
She whispered "I'm alright"
