Overthinking is a misconception
We think that we are overthinking everything
In reality we aren't.
We are just normal minded people
Thinking normal things
Because we have feelings that need to be thought about
We have people **** on us and walk on us
We have people bring us to our knees
And step on our faces
So how are we to know who to trust when so many people let us down.
We are not overthinking every possible situation, we are just thinking because maybe they will turn around and watch us drown.

I lost something inside of me,
I lost a living creature inside of my body.
I feel like i am paralyzed
I feel like something has been taken away from me.
I will forever feel emptyness inside my body.
I will forever be unable to look at myself the same way.
I lost a child, that could have been beautiful
I lost myself in every way.
How shall i deal with this pain?

It comes with sleepless night
Breath smelling of the cigarettes you've been smoking
Bags under heavy eyes
Shaky hands that constantly fiddle
Racing hearts
Pain that stabs you time and time again
Always checking behind your shoulders
Afraid of a mans touch
The fear, it comes with every inch of fear that will take you over.

I cant tell you how my head speaks horrible words to me,
I cant tell you that i fall apart every night
I cant tell you that i sleep in my own tears
I cant tell you that I'm afraid of something thats not even there
I cant tell you that i need your touch to to feel okay
I cant tell you that i need your love so i can be happy again
I cant tell you that i have sadness taking over my body
I cant tell you that i feel like there is a battle inside of me that no one can win
I cant tell you that i feel like i am a storm with lightning striking and thunder crashing
I cant tell you who i really am because you might walk away. And i couldn't bear the pain.

Everything here looks dead, and dark
Theres no love filling the air, its just worn out faces
Everyone's pale like life itself has been taken from their bodies,
The trees look like bones,
No flowers grow here,
Only fields of gravestones
It reminds me of a rainy day, a sky with no color
Here, there is suffering sadness printed upon beautiful things
Who knew hell could be so black and white.

I met you not to long ago,
You had a heart full of sadness
And a mind full of madness
Now you are like the ocean
You change at an instant,
But not because your crazy,
Beause your used to being hurt.
You flow with the morning tides and wash away the pain of a cloudy day,
You collide with anxiety at times when theres no way up, or the view is too high.
You crash into things with a whole heart and a steady head.
You are the ocean, you are strong
But you can break.