jumbled mess
My head is too full, my thoughts a jumbled mess
don’t know which way to turn, or decide what’s for the best
Small things make me tremble, my body starts to shake
and if I’m really honest I’m at the end of what I can take
I know I have to move forward, to move myself along
but I don’t think I can do it, I’m scared it will all go wrong
I could go back to sitting, all alone as I have before
that’s not the life I want now, I really do want more
The thoughts that I could hurt myself, make me ashamed, make me cry
to brake a bone, to cut my skin, to bleed until I die
These thoughts don’t feel like mine, just a noise inside my head
frightened I could act on them, end it all and be dead
It all feels very pointless, I’m no use to anyone
Maybe when you wake one day I will just be gone
