Thoughts
I thought my life was staring to
be good
Well why do I feel so sad
Am I Distend to be unhappy all
my life
Have I been that bad
I didn't choose the things that
happened to me
I didn't choose to feel the
feelings I do
They just sit there anticipating
and waiting to make a move
I have no control when they
will strike
I wish I was born with no
feelings at all
The thoughts eat away , bit by
bit
I actually then start to fill sick
life is hard to deal with without
these crazy thoughts
So when they erupt , it's like
one big crashing ball
Not knowing where to turn
What the next step will be
What road to travel down , or
what will become of me
In the end it will be the person
who holds me tight , that will
continually make my life alright
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