Thinking At Hyperspeed.

True?

I go inside my mind do much,
And live in the past,
Past memories frozen in time,
Moments time moved to fast,
I go inside my heart to much,
And overanalyze it with not much care,
Who needs a heart anyway,
They only cause despair.
I spend to much time alone,
Behind closed shades,
And spend to much time drawing,
On my arms with razorblades.
And life doesn't hurt,
Until you realize that you're brokenly alone
And those who left you like that,
Are the ones that made you feel at home.
It's a very tragic thing,
To love something death can touch,
And thats something I think about,
Just a little to much.
And life shouldn't hurt,
To a point where you want to die,
To where you wanna leave this world,
For a temporary lie.
I spend to much time,
Thinking why things are like this and not like that,
Cause that is much better than this,
When life sells you flat.
I think to much about,
When everything was beautiful and nothing hurt,
Until all the beautiful things,
Were buried under dirt.
Maybe my mind needs to shut down
Maybe it needs to quit,
I can't take all the pain it resurfaces
I had enough of it.
I had to live through it once,
And thinking about it I relive it again,
Therefore unfortunately,
My heart can never mend.
I'll make my mind quit if I could,
And stop reliving the past that only I can see,
For if it goes on to long,
My mind will be the death of me.

Reviews

[paradise]

This is a fantastic poem I undersdtood every word of it.