In my head

Theres something inside me
and i don't want it,
it's always reminding me
of how i got hit,
i know I'm different
but does that make it right?

that thing inside me
it's always there,
i know what it's
it's name is fear.
i don't want to go back
but i don't think i ever left

i know life isn't pretty
and mine ain't the best,
i don't want to change it
i just want a rest,
i no death isn't the answer
but its always in my head

if life is like a box of chocolates
how do i give it back?
if i could find god
id give him the sack,
i know he's there
just not for me

i know it isn't real
but this thing doesn't leave,
it hides sometimes
sometimes i think i should grieve,
for that part of me
that lives in my mind