haven't slept for days I think
I'm slowly going crazy I feel
I'm falling deeper in this nightmare
And none of this is real
The monsters hiding under my bed
The voices calling out to me
All just a figment of my imagination
So don't you see there's no real need to worry
My head is growing heavy
I'm so tired I can't consentrate
Twisted thought filling up my head
And I'm no longer thinking straight
The monsters hiding under my bed
The voices screaming out to me
All merely a figment of my insanity
And I'm ready to just flee
The noise the pain
Is like a hammer to my head
And as I'm drifting off to sleep
It's the morning that I dread.
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depressing poetry...
pretty much poems thas bout it
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