First things first, what the hell is wrong with my mind?
Feeling in a bind
Sitting in my room contemplating how to die?
Is this how I want to die?
How would I be remembered?
Would you remember me?
Why does death feel more like a memory?
Something I've gone through before?
Only back and worse
Trying to bite back with a vengeance
The demons I never truly defeated,
Only temporarily tamed.
I don't know what's wrong
Or why they are back
But that's a fact.

Second things second, why the Hell does no one care to understand?
Feeling like I'm banned
Banned from society and those around
Around and around in circles I go
Go, go, wanting to go with nowhere to go,
Wanting to run with nowhere to run.
Condemning myself to being alone
Because no one could possibly understand
The war inside my head.