In This Head of Mine


United States
33° 23' 18.6612" N, 112° 6' 47.5704" W

Nothing is wrong with you.
Nothing is wrong.
Why don’t you smile? Smile.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
People have it worse than you do.
It’s all in your head, it’s all in your fucking head.
Nothing is wrong with you.

Something is wrong with me.
Something is wrong.
Why can’t I smile?
Why does it take everything in me to smile?
I’ll just fake it, fake it ‘til I make it.
Will I make it?
It’s all in my head.
You’re right, it is all in my fucking head.
I can’t get out of my head.
That’s where it all comes from,
And that’s where I am, in my head.
Nothing is wrong with me.

There, was that so hard?
That’s a lovely smile.
You look so happy.
Don’t you feel better?
You aren’t depressed.
Don’t think about it,
You’re fine.

Yes. It was hard.
Something is still wrong with me.
I don’t feel better.
But I will keep on smiling, and I’ll keep laughing
Because if I weren’t laughing I’d be crying.
Nobody wants to see that,
And nobody wants to know.
Don’t think about it.
I can’t stop thinking about it.
I can’t stop thinking.
I wish I could stop thinking.

I didn’t know something was wrong with her.
I just thought she was sad.
I didn’t know it was that bad.
How did I not know it was that bad?
Why didn’t I notice?
She always seemed so happy, always smiling, always laughing.
How could something like this happen to someone like her?
Something was wrong, so very wrong.
I’m so sorry, I am so very sorry.


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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