My Mind Is An Animal

If only you could see the pain inside

My thoughts, they'd make you think of suicide

My mind is trapped inside of a cage

Begging to be let out, but I'm scared to turn the page

I don't know what lies ahead

My mind races while I'm lying in bed

My thoughts are the eternal blocks of which I'm made

However, they are also that of which I'm afraid

My mind breaks me down... it hurts

It brings me back to my very birth

Born three months early, I wasn't supposed to live

So why don't i just give up?

Why don't I just go and grab my knife

And shove it straight through my own windpipe

Because the doctors and all those people were right

I wasn't supposed to make it, so why not expire tonight?

Into these thoughts I have, I'm afraid to go deeper

I'm starting to think, I'm my own grim reaper

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