Ill

My mind is no longer any good,it's twisted and wont get right.

My life is slowly being torn apart, and i cant sleep at night.

So much to prossess, i cant think, am goin insane.

Why do i hurt myself? I'm in so much pain.

At night i replace my anger with my special friend.

The one in my head when i'm sad she holds my hand.

I wake up to pills that make me sit.

My thoughts are bound and i cant feel s**t.

When they wear off i can feel my pain a little stronger.

And it tends to last a little longer.

When i dream i see dark dreams.

i hear voices and screams.

When i wake im alone.

But i always think to stay strong.

I've never seen the outside.

I close all the windows and hide.

From those voices i hear.

Sometime i can't tell wether they're far or near.

my hands shake at every sound

when i'm afraid my thoughts are bound

I am scared of myself

i refuse to room with someone else

The things i do i make it a habbit.

Why am i so ill , i quess i was just born with it.