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Scream! �(You�re in a room with a crazy person)

four padded walls pushing in
sun light peeking through a crack
(breath, slowing down)�
hard bed with plastic covers�
hands and legs bound�
(skin chilled to the bone)�
alone, frighten from my own thoughts�
a bug eating through my subconscious�
(need to cut the bug out)�
�
did you ever wonder about me?�
did you ever try to understand my disorder?�
did you ever think this could be you?�
maybe there�s more to me than just crazy�
�
doctor, tell me what you see�
am I just an ink splatter�
(to your luxurious life)�
can I have a few minutes of your god damn time?�
I�m sure thirty minutes will make me all better
(form your bullshit)�
just give me pills to make me worse�
this mental illness physically hurts�
(rumor has it� I�m a lost cause)�
�
did you ever try to push through?�
did you ever think I needed you?�
did you ever really care to fix me?�
maybe there�s more to me than, screams!!!
�
the highs are blissful but the lows are destructive�
pendulum of my own emotions�
(let me the fuck out!)�
pacing back and forth like an unholy lord�
trying to rip these padded walls down�
(help me! someone help me!!)�
doctors rushing in, holding me down�
a shot to the arm blurring my eyes�
(oh god just let me die)