End Me

In the mirror, I see my face melt away in shame And, yet I still hunt for game I hunt you down to catch some inspiration I’m not looking for fame… But, my heart’s pumping with anticipation Why do they put labels on me? Why do I devour their debris? Perhaps, it makes them feel satisfied… to know that I had a psychotic breakdown Why me? How did I end up in a mental institution? I wish I could flee… I wish I could…I wish I knew The true answers…but I’m left to question my own actions… Not to seek satisfactions… I want to be set free… From poverty… angst… and anxiety… I tell the voices in my head to leave… In Christ’s name, will you leave? Just let me breathe for a second or two… Didn’t I tell you To leave? I grieve for your safety, sis, But I think you think I’m crazy…tell me if I am, miss… And still – there’s questions left unanswered… I feel awkward… Staring at a blank screen before me… I see my past unwind – set me free… Let me be… Can’t you see… You are bothering me? Should I just move on with life? Could He delete all of my strife? Could he or she stab me with a knife? I’m all alone… And, yet I don’t groan For solitude is my best friend Until the very end…