Swimming into thoughts of suicide, Trapped in a dark cage on a bed wanting to fly but feeling my weak wings falling apart.. I'm trying to get up but my mind is controlling my body.. The demons are living inside me pushing the thoughts towards my body, I'm weak, I'm tired and I can't choose to either get up or retire..
My mind is controlling me. What is happening to me?

There's this thought that tells me to hold the knife and let it kiss my skin until my body drowns in red. Nah I never wanted death to come take me, I just want the voices inside my mind to die and set me free..
A soul once told me that the waves will stop pushing, the thunderstorms will stop screaming and the clouds will stop crying.. Trust me I'm fighting.

I'm not the one who put my life on hold, my mind is sold.. Sold to the demons who still didn't give me my gold.