My thoughts are like guns,
They're all pointing at me.
It's like there's gas trapped in my lungs,
I can't breathe.
My mind is a ticking time bomb,
Waiting to explode.
Soon I will be pink mist, and I will be all gone,
My body is breaking, and my bones soon will implode.
I feel like I can't tell anyone anything anymore,
Because it's all taboo.
I thought that's what friends are for,
But I can't tell them the truth.
My thoughts are like the fluid in a soda can,
There is no sun, and I am the thunder.
It's no use coming up with a plan,
Because soon enough I will drown, because my mind is keeping me under.