Demons In My Brain
11. My life’s a test
my life’s mess
Yes, I’m stressed
and I’m depressed.
My chest is hurting
because I’m not heard.
Testing my life,
starting at a knife
And yet I’m dying inside
and I always cry
thinking that I would say bye.
Suicide is in my head
while lying in bed.
This pain
is keeping me in chains
with nothing to gain.
Standing in the rain
trying not to go insane
but my demons are takin over my brain.
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