you don’t know what it’s like, living inside my head
spending every moment just wishing I was dead
my father calling out to me, saying that he’s here
but nothing close enough to touch, and thats just what I fear

please, brain, shut up…..

each day i wonder if i have any worth at all
if i died right here right now, would you hear me fall
if i free the blood from deep within my veins
would you care more for me or about all the stains

please, brain, stop it…

I try so hard to not give up, to hold my head up high
but misery gets the best of me, and makes me want to die
reasoning why i am here, i can’t make any sense
am i too fucking smart, or am i just too dense

please, brain, give up…

words of pitty seem so kind…