pyschotic mind
Posted June 26, 2007
This weird crazy
psycho mind
of mine
Crying all the time
And I cant find
Myself
Im blind
I cant unwind
Cant stay inside
Too much clutter
To divide
No room
For seclusion
To have alone time
Too afraid
To be within
My own life
Cant go outside
with bugs that bite
Run to my car
To hide
And drive
Till these feelings
Start to subside
With no noise
And no lights
But Im afraid
Of the dark
The only sound
Is the beating
Of my heart
As it rapidly pounds
And my breath
Hyperventilating
From concentrating
On everything
Being frightening
Including my family
I feel so confused
And abused
By my own attitude
Is there a way
To somehow dilute
The internal dispute
Its just this life
Without a high
Except for a
Manic bi-polar night
I cant cope
When my own
family cries
Its just not right
To feel this fright
Is it fright?
Is it day?
Is it night
Whats the difference
Between wrong
And right
To take flight
But Im still
Polite
despite
My negative light
Going out tonight
To find refuge
At a friends
But thats the end
For I tend
To bend
Cant remember when
I had a friend
Who understands
My messed up head
Maybe better off dead
But I have to survive
Staying alive
I try and I try
By and by
On this up and down
Chaotic ride
Truth without lies
I still have pride
And nothing to hide
Except for my eyes
As they cry
Im psychotic inside
I wrote this while I was fucked up
crazy how you think things && what you think
Im really not that chaotic of crazy [[reality]]
but in my own world i guess this is one way of seeing things
crazy huh
