I never seem to stop thinking
It is the worst when I find myself alone
Memories sprout from the past like weeds
Their misguided roots reach bone

They love to watch me squirm
With complicated scripts and plots
It's not fun to be kept awake
By regret that contorts my organs into knots

Every little secret, wish, and lie
Stress concealed carefully during light of day
How I long for company other than the clock
Lonely hands desperate to interlock and overlay

The purest type of painful suffering
That which takes control of my mind
It takes its sweet time drowning ideas
I choke, oxygen I cannot find

As steadily as life goes on
My foolish head feeds dark scenes
I am a projector expressing miserable emotions
I bring motion to my brain's blank screens

A rainbow of silly mayhem
I long to escape taunting greif
The twinkling sky offers a chance for salvation
Amongst stars I see small shreds of hope for relief