The tick of the clock is violent.
I don't want to exist,
but I will if I have to.

My mind is a threatening place.
It hurts me, yet keeps me safe.
How did I create such a disgrace?

The pendulum swings at me.
My heart speeds up the beat,
and it beats me too, can't you see?

With distorted perception
I can't get my feet to run.
I'm trapped in my depressed reality.

My mind won't leave me be
my voice is screaming at me
Telling me to move, but I can't breathe.

I know there's oxygen
tell that to my anxious lungs.
When they panic, my thinking is manic.