Maybe I need to scream
Then maybe they’d see I’m on the dying team
Most days Im feeling like dying
One step closer to be pushed back 10 in my trying
Why I try to use others to cope with my pain
Knowing its only me who sits in this rain
Making my voice as small as a grain
And how I repeat the thoughts that break me in my brain
I get upset when others can’t bring me out my own demise
I hate myself when even I can’t believe my own disguise
Im not sure what to write
Im blinded by the inflictions of others emotions damaging my sight