My brain makes no sense sometimes
you can see it in my poetry and rhymes
the craziness that goes on inside
like how sometimes I wish I’d died

It’s a weapon of mass destruction
with self-harm’s flawless seduction
I’m locked and loaded, ready to go
the fuse is burning, I’m about to blow

There’s nowhere to run for me
so writing it out is the key
to keep my head from blowing up
alone in this world without backup

I do what I can to keep it at bay
but I’m a serial brain, what can I say
the truth of the matter is I’m unashamed
of the fact that my brain is untamed