How do I make it stop.
...
My thought screaming deadly things,
scratching the surface of my skull.
Trying to escape, gripping my head in agony.
...
The relentless pain,
make it stop.
Make me stop.
As I write with silver,
and it always comes out red.
...
Please,
I don't know if I want to keep going on.
With my hopeless life,
struggle to keep Sane.
...
Yeah,
just make it stop.