Sick beyond repair
Quick to find despair
Unprepared and perpetually scared

                                              Nobody cares…

Of free will and intent?
Impossible—Creed’s quill inquires to how sadness is sent
Minds invent what we seek to prevent

Immensely powerful
Silent yet loud as hell
Indistinguishable to the outside world

Preventable pain?

                                         Worthless piece of—

“SHUT UP!”

Only voices of malicious disdain
Vivid out and inside your brain

Then other people start to complain
Barely aware friends flee and place the blame
Deemed insane for an uncontrollable pain
Fight to get better but it’s all in vain

Why fight it? Jump in front of that train, splat-crack and your blood
                                                    can drain.

And it’s scary

                                  No, it’s not, you're just a *****.

“Woah!” I exclaim. “Don’t be so derogatory.”

                                                I’m not sorry.

Always take care of yourself
Just don’t put words in my mouth

There are already enough scheming to get out