6 months

Everyday has me believe I’m in a dream,
Past 6 months I’ve been turning into this person,
A person who I do not recognize,
I’ve been placed in this house full of psychos,
I acted like I was normal,
But once they were asleep I was there,
I was just suffering, making scratches all over my body,
Hoping the nurse wont see,
Because every morning is where she hands over the pills,
And in the evening that’s where I have to speak of the little things,
They tell me I've been through so much,
But I don’t care about what I've been through,
I just care about this pain it left me,
And all these suicidal thoughts it brought,
I just want to go to sleep.
Why can’t I just sleep?
Another nightmare,
Another scream,
Another memory that’s killing me.
I just want a family,
A daughter and a son to conceive,
And my lover I’d like to marry.
Why can’t anyone just see?
Pills won’t do a damn thing,
But love will,
If it wasn’t for her I’d be in the room full of white,
Chained up, giving up.