Mind racing in a thousand different directions
Feel like I just took a handful of speed and I want to punch walls until my hands break and bleed
Can't shut those fucking voices out of my head telling me to blow myself up
Don't know why I go there, especially when everything looks so bright and beautiful
But here I sit and I can't sit still
Here I stand and I can't stand still
I have no reason to feel this way and yet here I am. A loser. A fuck-up. A hater.
Want to slash my face until I'm scarred and bleeding. Want to rip my nuts off and throw them on the floor
I don't know how...