I've never been normal.

I've always been lost.

Always had a voice in the back of my head that for some reason never shuts off.

Meaning it's never quiet.

Not even a moment of silence.

Not even for a second when I lay my head down and I close my eyelids.

Just like your father.

You think you're so clever, don't you?

The makeshift martyr.

What school did you go to?

Oh, that's right, you didn't bother.

Now it bothers you.

Infects every pore and every molecule.

You're too stupid to see that nobody likes you.

That's why you sit alone in solitude.

Although you're aware of your apathy, you manage to hide it fantastically.

Masquerading around like you're happy, but in reality you are actually...

tormented with more attention most people would adore the mentions but you suffer in silence sit here quiet show your senses

And to know your sentences.

Everything you ever said.

You're junk.

You sack.

They want the two dollars.

You're better off dead.

Is there no one who can help me?

All the things you swore solemnly Anxiety

Even your mom confessed.

When it comes to you, she's unimpressed.

Somebody please put me out of my misery

Wait, you think I wanted it to be this way?

I could be like my high school friends in jail that passed away.

That's why I keep all the things I think and feel stashed away.

The doctor gives me pills that mask the symptoms, keeps them all at bay.

And I just float through life, I'm a muted version of me I'm more high now that I'm clean than back when I was a junkie

How does that make sense?

Why is my throat so lumpy?

How come I'm sure the devil's below me but God couldn't be above me?

I'm an eccentric artist.

That's what I tell myself.

But I'm pretty sure that when people meet me, they're convinced I'm retarded as hell.

What if I OD'd from milligram OCs and then snorted enough cocaine to make a polar bear's nose freeze?

That was the old me.

I swear to God I've changed.

To those that know me well, they'd also tell you I'm not the same.

But it's still in me.

And if that switch gets flicked, I'll drag all you motherfuckers back to hell with me.

Is there no one who can help me?

Anxiety

All the things you swore solemnly Anxiety

Even your mom confessed.

Then it comes to you, she's unemployed.

Somebody please put me out of my misery

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I don't know.

Yeah.

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Thank you.