No matter how happy my life may be,
These thoughts of malicious self-harm will always be inside me,
Rattling around in my brain,
Waiting to be acted on,
Waiting to be freed,
This isn't something that can be helped,
Without extensive counseling,
As heavy metal bangs around in my brain,
Everyday I'm a little less sane,
Someone save me,
From this unhealthy mental state,
Of blasphemy,
And scary sharp things,
Someone help me,
Regain a healthy mental state,
Please,
Before its too late.
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 8:10 PM UTC
No matter how happy my life may be,
These thoughts of malicious self-harm will always be inside me,
Rattling around in my brain,
Waiting to be acted on,
Waiting to be freed,
This isn't something that can be helped,
Without extensive counseling,
As heavy metal bangs around in my brain,
Everyday I'm a little less sane,
Someone save me,
From this unhealthy mental state,
Of blasphemy,
And scary sharp things,
Someone help me,
Regain a healthy mental state,
Please,
Before its too late.
Written 4/20/12
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