Borderline insanity
You're such a liar,Amazing how everyone still praises you.
You appear in many forms, priests, popes, nuns and friars,
They say your mighty and powerful, but show me what you can really do.
I said my prayers every night,
I went to church every day.
Yet I still live my life with fright,
Do you expect me to waste my life on only to pray?
You said the voices would stop,
You said I'd stop attacking.
You promised the medication would drop,
You lied to me saying I'd quit cracking !
I was told the sleeplessness would end,
That the cutting would be done.
I believed I would finally receive a friend,
I thought I could stop my run.
The doctors said this would be my last visit,
The nurses said I would get off medication.
Me thinking this was it,
Had no clue I could not resist my temptation.
The smell of there blood,
The feeling of it against my skin.
The dripping noises of the bloody flood,
The maniacal, psychotic smile I grin.
When will the madness end?
When will the voices shut up?
When will my sanity fend?
When will my life stop this erupt?
Sighing sadly for my second episode this week,
This time the sirens are ringing in my ears,
Could I possibly have been this weak?
For I am shedding so many tears?
It was my fault none,
That man tried hurting me.
When will this madness be done?
Why don't you let me be free?
Here we go again with strapping me into the jacket,
Tying me down into the rusty old chains.
Just in case, one of you has brought the packet,
Already your sticking the needles in my veins.
My eye lids feeling slightly heavy,
I feel drowsy and fall asleep.
I dream about my single hero envy,
And awake to find the same old creep.
Here I am, back in home sweet home,
Where my windows are shut tight with cold metal bars.
Where the room is a dull-white painted dome,
Where not one sound is heard, not even the cars.
But why oh why is it always me?
I thought I was finally granted free.
Is this what it's really come to be,
My borderline insanity...
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