I've reached the end my brain can't think of words again I've lost my connection with my pen But these demons are still inside my head And won't disappear as I count down from ten I'm lost, afraid.. And every now and then I contemplate... to get relief By cutting up my veins
Drinking won't take away my pain And the sun won't dry away the rain But the thunder keeps calling out my name Its roaring, screaming in my brain It's driving me insane Repeating it over and again I'm looking at this mirror With no idea who I am
I'm trying to collect all the fragments that remain Of who I used to be, before the demons made my brain into their domain And I might be crazier than them Because every day I feign A smile so that no one can complain That I'm the kid that is broken and alone With no one but myself to blame
When poetry is your only outlet and you can't seem to write anymore, then you start losing your mind. Especially when nothing else helps you vent.