Sometimes
Honest to God
I think I'm going crazy
Because theres this madness-
This rage
That just overwhelms me
And I want it
but when I pull myself away
I am frightened
By how tempted I am
And it scares me
Because I know eventually
I'll give in
I look for help in the most stubbliest of ways
But they don't see
Because they don't want to
Its incomprehensible to them
Yhat I would actually do what I say
People don't believe without action
My actions are that not of what is inside
They see me as good, nice even
On the outside
I relve in their stupidity
On the inside
I want them to wake up
And smell the death
Because its on their doorstep
And I want you to know
It is your fault what I become
There were warnings
You could have stopped it
But you didn't even try
You think I am the perpetrator
When I am a victim
A victim of failure
I asked to be saved
And nobody even listened
To my pleas.