Suicide Mind
My mind’s been corrupted. Can’t you see
That the biggest joke in there is me?
They say not to worry; they say that I’m fine
But sometimes the only thing that feels genuine
Is the pain and the hurt
That kicks me to the curb.
That laughs me out of the room.
My mind will spell my own doom.
I know I seem overdramatic,
But this isn’t just some animatic.
This is real life
And I’m the one to stick the knife
Of pain and guilt
Into my gut.
Nevermind,
I’m fine.
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