The words are in my head
I just can't put them on paper.
I keep trying and trying
But it won't work out in my favor.
I'm lost - confused.
Just don't know what to do.
So many emotions - so little time.
People keep asking - I say I'm fine.
Over tired or to much stress?
Couldn't tell you - my life's a mess.
Somebody help me - stop it now.
Somebody talk to me - tell me how.
I'm sick of the fightin and fussin,
the screamin, the cussin.
Why must you hurt me the way that you do?
One day they'll see - true colors - the real you.
Until then,
I'll keep writing these words in my head.
And wake up every morning,
Thankful I'm not dead.
