It’s a constant struggle to live without it
Like the sickness of an addict
Right and wrong has got nothing to do with it
When all I want to do is survive it
So very few understand the chaos in me
My mind and heart are torn apart
I try to tell myself
I am strong
Nothing is wrong
AM I A LIAR?
I need to do what should be done
But my mind….
She just wont stop….
She just wants to run
Running all over the place
I need her to stop
What do you do when insanity is your oldest friend
and reality is just a company?
What do you do when you feed on
the little games you play in your mind ?