This morning I’m so dillusional I can’t even see straight the world is turning to black I think I’ve met my fate The colors spin out of control there is nothing to grab onto my mind is blurred, my throat is caught I don’t know what to do Every morning is ******* like this I’m so sick of dealing with this **** I’m getting to the point of just cutting again to keep myself from having a fit but that ****** me off even more it’s because I’m so ******* crazy that fact eats away at my soul causing my eyes to get hazy I have such a headache why do I do this to myself? why can’t I just calm the **** down? why can’t I be like everybody else? It’s just so embarrassing not knowing when I’ll explode I get so ******* upset that it causes me to throw up All of this anger. Where does it come from? Life is going great out of nowhere I’m turned upside down and I become so full of hate Knowing that just makes me feel worse and the cycle repeats all over again I’m so tired of dealing with this when will this chaos end?
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders WRITTEN ON: Febuary. 8, 2011 Tuesday 8:26 A.M.