My head at the moment is messed up,
I feel just to sit and cut up.
instead I choose to write,
so I can live to see the light.
I could just curl up and die,
but i’d rather sit and cry.
I know everyone has stress,
I just feel my life’s one big mess.
under all the pain,
I know someone, somewere’s going through the same.
If there wasn’t such sick people in this world,
my head wouldn’t be in whirls.
I know you have to get on,
Im just thinking why Im the one.
now I realise I wasn’t in the wrong,
I’ll get my head together and be strong..
so I’ll live through the light,
and get to see the fright.