A poem about the issues I was going through a few years ago. |
The walls of insanity Are closing in around me Putting against myself more pressure Impossible to be happy Five is the magic number It's how everything must be done Going from obsessive to compulsive And life becomes less fun One little thing upsets me And suddenly I'm in a rage Reality begins to slip way Losing what's on the last page I'm crying and I'm shouting As if no one can hear me scream It's like I'm sitting all alone Trapped in a terrible dream I feel so alone, so scared inside As though I've been abandoned Wanting to get better, to heal And afraid to let it happen Every thought and every dream Can turn into a nightmare I'm running away from everyone Yet behind me no one's there My mind shuts down so sudden And everything goes black I've started down an empty road With no courage to turn back Eventually I will end up Locked in rooms or stalls Bound by a straight jacket With pads on all the walls My mind is stumbling down This path that has no name And when it hits the bottom I'll be clinically insane Until that day arrives I'll stumble down this trail Obsessive compulsive, irrational And emotionally frail A poor little girl, I cry These tears, they stain my face I cut myself and bleed I'm in a never-ending race The clock is ticking slowly But the time is standing still Staring blankly at the walls This girl is mentally ill And all it takes is one more step To end this life so dear Can anybody stop me Am I the only one that's here I seem to get even worse As each day passes by Only time can tell the answer Until then I sit and cry |