Crazy
• Written by Rousso
It's like my thought process is something for therapists to dissect
My good decisions are in a state of neglect
Me and my head cannot coexist
So excuse me if I seem pissed
I'm at war with my own fucking mind
Sanity is just something I'm not gonna find
Then there goes depression
There's some days where I can't even look at my own reflection
Imagine days where you just don't wanna be you
And every goddamned person looks down on you for every little thing you do
Ya there's nights I can't even sleep
And yes I've tried counting fucking sheep
But you see
Even the damn sheep are fucking insulting me
You see I'm what you call bat shit crazy
Thinking the worlds out to get me
But it's not I'm just one small individual
But my thinking process won't get the visual
Neither will I apparently
But I still think this shit awarangly
I can't even count the number of mistakes I made I ain't no mathmaticion
But apparently I can make a mistake with perfect precision
See I'm the out cast of my own family
That's just something they all can see
I don't talk to people I talk to my voices
Reason being to all my bad choices
See I talk to these things that make me regret being alive
Even they say I should just die
But people are just as bad
So this hell I live in is just driving me mad
And every day I love my self less
I'm just under going so much stress
Insomnia is driving me to my brink
Anxiety you're making me over think
Depression let me get out of bed
PTSD stop replaying these horrible memories in my head
Tourretes I don't like the the way you constantly make me randomly twitch
And me just calm down and stop being a bitch
But all my emotions put me against my will
So I'm gonna rely on the help of a depression pill
And bipolar just let me make up my own fucking mind
Are the right choices in life that hard to find
And I can care less whether or not I'm crazy
But the hard thing for me is just being happy
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Rousso
Member since February 16 2015