Staring at a piece of paper
The lines start going wavy
They blur and become a mess
It kind of reminds me
Of my head
It's all so perfect
Like the lines
But once I start to think
My thoughts walk to the edge
Jumping head first into the brink
A never ending pit
Of thoughts I wish I could forget
Of ones I want to go away
Because they bring down my day
So then everything feels worse
And I feel like life's a curse.