Though I tried to fight the chaos in my mind,
The demons that lives within still renders me blind.
I thought I was free to come out of my shell
But, then the path to heaven runs through miles of crowded hell.
I was told that monsters sometimes live under the bed,
Never did I thought it will reside inside my head.
I am possessed with crude thoughts swimming around my retrospection.
Prodding and poking and beating me to the point of explosion.
There are days that it feels like everything I touch skid to a fall,
At the end of it all, the aftermath is something I cannot stall
I was just trying to love and cherish the joy it brings,
But my best intentions keep making a mess of things.
So what do you do when your good isn’t good enough?
When wherever you go, you are forced to stop?
When every time you hit restart,
You are obligated to cut off your heart?
Where do you turn?
When everyone expects nothing but to see you burn?
In a world full of people exploiting your frailty,
How do you rise up from your tragedy?
Do you think, if I slay myself to make them happy?
They will finally see the best in me?
The voices in my head said yes,
The voices in my head will finally come to rest.