There is something wrong inside my head,
keeping me prisoner in my bed
The wounds are deep,
some small, some large
I see no blood,
at least so far
I grab a smoke,
my only friend...
Smoke fills the room
could this be the end?
The alarm goes off
my head starts to pound
Louder and Louder...
I can't bear the sound!
I crawl deeper beneath the blankets
covering my head
I have no thought at all to escape from my bed

I lay here hiding, but hiding from what?

Smoke fills the room, I'm the only one here...
Soon it'll be over
my pain and my fear...