Chemical imbalance

 

I woke up one day,
Not feeling up to living.
My reality went astray,
Holding the knife quivering.

Worried parents driving me to a psychiatrist. 
Take the next exit.

Before long, cutting wasn't enough,
This marked the day that became my reality.
The wicked world of suicide ,became my stuff,
No one could believe this tragedy.
 
Worried parents driving me to the pharmacy,
Take the next exit.

Now it's come down to happy pills,
It's still not taking the edge off,
The coke in front of me like snowy hills,
This blunt will do,I  begin to cough.

Worried parents drive me to the counselor,
Take the next exit.

My thoughts scrape deeper,
And so does the knife.
he was hovering over me,grim reaper.
I'm so tired of this life.

Worried parents drive me to the psychiatric unit,
Take the next exit.

fluorescent lighting blurring my sight,
I look in the mirror I can't believe my eyes.
I'm am now one of the crazy people tonight,
Looking at myself I knew what I had to do ,if I'm wise.

I need to change,
This isn't me.

A long road to recovery,
Take the next exit.