demons screamin, in my head,
alone and broken, left for dead.
i scream for help, with a silent stare.
i waste away, not really here, still there,
shellshocked, and i'm going nowhere.

maybe if i smoke a cigarette,
it will help me forget, all of  my pain and regret,
maybe if i get high, i wont feel so broken inside.
maybe it will get better, and its just the weather.
maybe im just waiting for the sun to shine,

for this light that i cant find,
barely living a life that isnt mine,
because of the dark whirl wind that is my mind.


my head is  always in the clouds,
and the clouds are dark and gray,
im burried underneath them, they never go away,
theyre in my thoughts, they wear me down,
even on a sunny day, sometimes i wonder if
the rain and thunder is keeping you at bay.

sometimes i cry, and want to die,
and wonder why you stay.