When I’m alone
I get in my head
When I end up there
I wish I were dead

When I’m alone
I get so scared
Feel as if
nobody ever cared

When I’m alone
it gets dangerous
Start to feel like
life’s not worth the fuss

When I’m alone
I’m my enemy
When really I need
to be a friend to me

Sometimes I get so sad
my body can’t move
Feel like I have
something left to prove

Sometimes I get so sad
there’s no tears to cry
Eyes red and swollen
yet cheeks are dry

Sometimes I get so sad
my mind shuts down
But thoughts keep swarming
I’m sure to drown

Sometimes I get so sad
I feel I don’t exist
No way to survive
all of life’s twists

I’ve dreamed of a place
far beyond this land;
weightless and floating,
pain doesn’t stand a chance.

No more worrying
all stress lifted off.
Feelings running freely
instead of stuck in a trough.

I’ve dreamed of a place
where everything is fine;
laughing and loving
autonomy that is mine.

No more running
from demons in my head.
It’s a shame this place exists
only if I’m dead.

Kick at the door
I let you in
Drug to the couch
Another time you’ll win

Pants ripped off
Your skin against mine
Slide in so roughly
Another rhythm from behind

Tearing me apart
Hips ache and mind a mess
I wish you to stop
But on you press

Then the alarm goes off
Suddenly I awake
Try to tell my mind
This time it was fake

He came home like any day
And laid in her bed to tell his stories
But the kiss that followed
Was enough to make her want to flee

Stuck she became as
He braced her with his leg
No words were spoken, but
All she wanted was to beg

Next came the pulsing
A sensation never felt before
As he turned to walk away
She was left feeling a ***** *****

Every night it seems to me
I'm charging and running
Trying to rid myself from
The demon that's chasing

But I wake up and
I feel so lonely
Nobody there for me
Are they tired of my story?

I know I am, so
I write it out on this pad
Fall back into the darkness
Will I ever learn to be glad?

Become used to the monster
Who tries to consume me
But I'm working hard to
Get back to how it used to be

Alice on the left
Protecting scars from the past
On a mushroom patch
Of black lines sure to last

The Rabbit to her right
Memories of temptation before
Addictions and highs
Never touch it again she swore

Joined together they tell a story
To others, it looks pretty
But when she looks down
She sees more of a plea