I carry a lot on my shoulders and in my head,
Sometimes the pressure makes me wish I were dead,
Because the screaming in my head never really stops,
Until the first tear finally drops

I carry it all for I have no other choice,
I grew as a boy without his own voice,
Even now thinking is such a hard task,
So all I have are endless questions that I never ask,

When it gets too much, I start to lose control,
The other part of me, my inner animal,
Takes over me to get the job done,
To hurt those that hurt me. Every single one.