**** me for being so weak.
**** me for falling in love with every girl who shows me the tiniest bit of attention.
**** me for giving in so easily.
**** me for wanting to please others.
**** me for being too nice.
**** me for not loving myself.
**** me for thinking others would be nice to me if i'm nice to them.
**** me for trusting people too easily
**** me for not thinking more.
**** me for being so weak.

This little red pill gives me life.
This little red pill makes me think.
This little red pill makes me understand.
This little red pill understands me.
This little red pill keeps me up and running.
This little red pill is my friend.
This little red pill makes takes life away from me.
This little red pill extinguishes my thoughts.
This little red pill doesn't make sense.
This little red pill doesn't understand me.
This little red pill makes me miserable.
This little red pill is my enemy.

The pain is much less these days. It doesn't hurt as much as it used to. And I don't think about you as much as I used to. I remember the times before when I hadn't understood who you weren't, I used to think about you with each and every breathe I took. But now theres someone else. I really like her. But i'm scared. Not of rejection. I hope I do get rejected. No. I'm scared of you. What if she turns out to be just like you? Then what? Am I bound to go to hell all over again. And for what. For loving. Am I to suffer because I can truly love? Is this cycle of interchange between hell and heaven ever going to stop?

My nose is out to get me
It’s giving me the fear
It sneaks about when I’m asleep
And whispers in my ear
But when my eyes are open
It’s clearly in my sight
I think I’ll have to stick it down
With Sellotape at night

My nose is pitched against me
When ever someone bakes
It drags me by my helpless face
And points me at the cakes
It leads me into trouble
And I’ve no choice but to follow
It has a lot of pulling power
Although it’s two-thirds hollow

My nose is trying to **** me
I think it’s lost the plot
It sometimes sits there dribbling
And twitching on the spot
It scowls at me with malice
And it’s evil nostrils flare
My nose is picking on me
And I'm slowly going spare

My body can't take it anymore.

The nights so long.

The days so short.

I need to rest.

But I can't.

The voice in my head won't stop.

It just won't leave me alone.

And now it's affecting my body too.

I'm tired.

Tired.

Tired of pretending.

Tired of thinking.

Tired of not sleeping.

Tired of sleeping.

Tired of being trapped in my head.

I want to get out.

But theres no where else to go.

Maybe one day i'll find a way out.

Maybe then I will rest.

Maybe then I will see.

Maybe then I will feel.

Maybe then I can live.