From Behind This Curtain

Tossing and turning, I cant sleep
is it the pain in my neck?
Or simply because there is no happiness to keep.

Songs stuck in my head
worring about others
I know i shouldn't stress, where are there meds?

I still don't know what it is I crave
Whats my need? A pleasure I pretain?
I'm determined to find it, in a rave

............

Keeping all my spells on the shelf
I need something for myself
not time or guidance

Just thinking
not crying or screaming,
Just sitting

Battle myself, cant stand the debate
of betrayal and hate.
The unknown

drowning myself in music
in studies and of time
So, when I'm quiet
and i sit alone...
you don't bother to notice the prime

This time counts
the most because I'm not coming out

from behind this curtain.