o s, hpomh piy pg ,u ,omf

sometimes i want to live life without you in it.
i want to be normal again.
"this isn't your week."
try "this isn't your life."
i want to pound my head against the keyboard
and maybe then you'll read what i've written
because i just can't seem to get through to you anymore
this is me talking to myself again
this is me going clinically insane.
i kind of wish you could see me:
frustrated beyond belief
anxious
afraid
hurting
i cannot sit still and i cannot focus.
i feel like i should be institutionalised.
i want to run away and never look back
keep my foot on the pedal and not stop for anything.
crash into the car in front of me and never regret a thing.

"who would miss me if i died?"
"who would miss me?"
what's the point anymore?
what's the point in trying if it gets me nowhere?
you know this is all talk, that i'd never be able to do anything.
that i'd never let myself crack that much.
i may be unhinged, but not completely.
you know that i'm too afraid to do anything more than contemplate.
sometimes i wish that you didn't, though.

second star to the right?
not on your life.
try one to the left
and maybe you'll guess.
this is what i've become.
are you happy i'm so numb?