All the thoughts inside my head
cause the rivers to run red.
The little things as time goes by,
the thoughts that make me want to die.
Of crazy things I think and dream;
the pressure makes me want to scream.
Emotions running through my veins,
makes me ask if I am sane.

I would like to die, I think.
And no longer have to feel the constant ache
Of which has been sent upon me
For some irreconcilable mistake.