Does it get harder everyday?
The darkness doesn’t seem to fade,
There's something in my head killing me.
I should tie a noose around my mind,
Tell it I’m in control.
I’m stacking up problems that are unnecessary,
In some odd way,
There's comfort in the panic.
Paranoid I may seem,
But the world seems like its out to get me,
I didn’t make the choice to let mind get so ******* messy.