Out Of Sync

With so much on my mind,
I've found it difficult to think.
All I have is tons of idle time,
My brain feels so out of sync.

My thoughts never tend to stop,
In these times when I feel insane.
The only thing that helps is pot
When the high stimulates my brain.

I've contemplated suicide at times,
I thought it'd make the pain cease.
But where darkness is evil thrives,
A place that turns you into a beast.

Constant bad thoughts fuel all havoc,
Where fear gives way to heavy panic.
I become a victim to something tragic,
Filled with rage,depressed,while manic.