I don't have the control
Where did my head go?
I am so tired of being controlled
I want my choices back
I want my friends back
It's my fault
I go to be strong and they fell down
They lost all control
They want this even though my friends are trying to pierce
Ask me what's wrong again
When it's you causing it
Where are my friends?
Why am I feeling so damn small?
I am in my own hell
Where nothing seems to make sense
Save me, love
I want to collapse; fall down
I am tired of this sickness
YOU ARE READING
Her and her head
Non-FictionThese poems represent how I feel when I get into these intense moods, expressing my mental disorders in a new perspective for others not to feel so alone.
