Air

It feels like my brain will explode
But you don’t care
It feels like I’ll throw up until my ribs ache
But you don’t care

Things can’t work out
Things won’t work out

I’m left here screaming “why?”
Trying to pull myself apart
The medication is constricting my brain
Let’s play Russian roulette with my rage

Shall we pick you or you or you?
Nothing makes sense

It’s a cosmic explosion in my head
But you don’t care
There’s no more love to keep me breathing
Could you please give me some air?


Written on May 2, 2008