I can feel it there, numbing,
It's an auto pilot that turns on without my consent,
Bringing out feelings... emotions that have no logical place here.
It's like a broken cause and effect,
A sequence that doesn't make any sense,
Pulling on strings that fuck with my head.
I can think outside the tears on my face,
Knowing the math's wrong,
It doesn't equate.
This doesn't call for the end of the world,
Am I broken? Do I need to be healed?
Is this mental illness? Or one of my hits to the head?
Is this cloudiness my new forever normal?
Should I think this is fucking okay?
What if I let it keep going?
Will I forget my old normal?
What if all the crazy people,
The down and out,
The fucking depressed,
What if they're all just like me,
Lost in their head,
And need some relief.
It's just never come.
And they gave up.
They accept it all,
Thinking fuck it... suck it up.
It's not a broken leg that the world can see,
Recommend a doc,
And give you what you need.
You're on your own,
You've lost your mental home.