I’m feeling like giving up. As I sit and gaze into nothin’ I hear my heart thumpin through the music that’s crumpin in my ears. and I’m wishin for it to all slow down and stop. I’m wishing I could replace my blood with molasses and then slit my wrist and watch. Watch as the life drains from my eyes. Would you believe me if I told you, that wasn’t a lie? Not an exaggeration or a tale? Of course you wouldn’t because you aren’t me you don’t have my mind or the thoughts that creep in. and with a mouth that is permanently disconnected from my mind, how will I ever get you to understand why I am the way I am?