So many things that buzz around,
But in my head there is no sound,
I can’t think or even feel,
I don’t know what is fake or real.
No more sometimes and wasted nights,
They always end in this mental fight,
I need to free this I need to see,
That what I’m doing is not me.
The strength to fight this flees away,
Yet in my heart my courage stays,
I must get better it will begin,
I will cleanse my heart from this sin.
And though I write with a doubted heart,
I know there is more than just one part,
I can change and you will see,
Just how much you mean to me.