A Crazy Notion, Not Too Far Fetched

by: Qwiksilver & Willowfay

a something of forgotten youth,
i learned the tale, then learned the truth.
i hurt myself with sharpened blade,
the blood did pour, like heaven made.
the thoughts, they came, like flies to shit,
and with my fist, my head was hit.
i tried to be like everyone else,
but only found i couldn't be myself.
it seemed so easy to try to think,
but when you're cluttered, its like a rusted sink,
you're clogged up and frustrated, puzzled at most,
you're afraid of the fact, and you never do boast.
stress is a killer of modern times.
that's what i suffer from; that's why i make these rhymes.
the stress doesn't put a bullet in my brain,
it causes much worse of a pain.
i know i shouldn't do what i do a lot of the time
i only wish that someone would notice i'm in pain, that they would see a sign.
at times i worry myself until i am physically sick.
and my blood runs pure, red and thick.
i hide from others when i'm under such pain.
it makes me think, so much i feel insane.
i'm not crazy- not completely anyway,
but there's something wrong with me, and i have to get away.
i want to stop the world and be held forever more,
but i know that if this happens my cuttings will get sore.
i want to be cradled like a child that's afraid,
i want to be safe, i want to be saved,
from troublesome thoughts and actions and pain,
i want to be told all will be fine, there's nothing wrong with my brain.
i know there is a problem. somewhere. somehow.
i want to find out, i want to know now.
but i know if i do, my heart, it will sink,
but then maybe, i'll be able to think.

~Megz~
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