Images I frequently see
And feelings I often feel
A knife turned inward on me
But somehow it's not real.

Reaching my arms to the sky,
Rising to the sun so red;
Or vines growing from my hands
When I put them to my head.

Pain inside my body
When I can't get you out of my mind
Picturing falling through the floor
And leaving this world behind.

My head slowly exploding
When the thoughts trapped inside
Have reached critical levels
And there's too much I've tried to hide.