I remember when
Someone was called crazy
For blank words scrawled on a paper.
I remember warm and fuzzy
Replaced with cold. And dark.
I remember every happy memory
Replaced by something darker..
I'm not even safe in my dreams
Or my feelings
Its all scary.
I want something
No I don't
I never did
Haha, what are thoughts?
Can't I shut them off?
I don't like what I hear. Well, two of them are nice
And the rest want to watch me drown.
I'm scared.
No I'm not..