Inside my head my thoughts are racing uncontrollably along with the
voices screaming and shouting demands to do things I really shouldn't
do. I should be punished I don't deserve to live happily. Scars on my
body are the road map from hell since age 12 I've cut at your command.
Whats that--I should be punished for not doing the dishes? I don't do
dishes I guess and now I must pay.
It's so lonely even in a crowded room I feel all alone, strange isn't it? Love to burn bushes and trees so long as no one gets hurt. The flames mesmerizes me into a stance like stare. The violent behavior follows soon after the crying fool leaves and that's when things start to get broken. Whats wrong with me?
Some days I could just kill someone, anyone I'm so angry then I cut and the pressure is released and I can go on for a few hours safely. Scars are my reminder that for 30yrs I've been sick but no one knew it till 1997 when my world collided with mental health professionals. Now I feel like a tagged animal being watched and followed.
It's so lonely even in a crowded room I feel all alone, strange isn't it? Love to burn bushes and trees so long as no one gets hurt. The flames mesmerizes me into a stance like stare. The violent behavior follows soon after the crying fool leaves and that's when things start to get broken. Whats wrong with me?
Some days I could just kill someone, anyone I'm so angry then I cut and the pressure is released and I can go on for a few hours safely. Scars are my reminder that for 30yrs I've been sick but no one knew it till 1997 when my world collided with mental health professionals. Now I feel like a tagged animal being watched and followed.