Left In the Dark, Afraid Without Light, This Little Girl Is No Match For Such a Terrible Fright

Too many god-awful thoughts. If you swear you care then please, I plea, take away my thoughts. It’s torture to be aware. Ignorance is bliss. Why do I foolishly insist on knowing more. As if I welcome misery with open arms over and over again. Keep it coming, bring it on, I can’t wait for the rush. Such as one gets from gaping wounds open wide revealing feelings locked inside. A thought, an idea, drenched in fun. Cut me open, slice me up, now figure me out. But whatever you do not fill me in. For if I know I’ll just worry, constructing over analyzed doubt. I stray away from placed blame upon others, but blame for sorrows must be placed somewhere I’m sure. All signs point inquisitively to me, myself can not stand it, I am utterly pained. Lets break it down mathematically, I’m afraid I must share. When a finger gets pointed three are pointing back, so if I point my finger towards me then multiply by three, than three more times by perpetually me, well then I give you a product that has the mad hatter confused. Do not fret if I’m not making any sense to you. I’m used to the nonsense, and often find babble a muse.