I just want to cry
But I cant
My head hurts so bad
The lights are back on
But now I want them off
It hurts my head
My brain feels like it's gonna explode
Maybe I want it to
Maybe I shouldn’t but it sounds enticing
Almost Exciting
But they tell me not to think of that
Why can’t I dream
My only escape
My mind
It races
Going on a tangent
Broken sentences
My brain is not working right
I think it needs oil
It seems a little rusty
They hand me a pill bottle
When I asked for help
Pieces falling to the floor
I try to put them back
But they don’t seem to fit
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 6:16 PM UTC
I just want to cry
But I cant
My head hurts so bad
The lights are back on
But now I want them off
It hurts my head
My brain feels like it's gonna explode
Maybe I want it to
Maybe I shouldn’t but it sounds enticing
Almost Exciting
But they tell me not to think of that
Why can’t I dream
My only escape
My mind
It races
Going on a tangent
Broken sentences
My brain is not working right
I think it needs oil
It seems a little rusty
They hand me a pill bottle
When I asked for help
Pieces falling to the floor
I try to put them back
But they don’t seem to fit
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