Anxiety gnaws at my bones
Paranoia tells me to go home
All these voices inside of my head
Tell me I would be better off dead
They call it illness — quite the disease
The very reason I am never at ease
Heavy breath to a pulse racing
Feet moving always pacing
Pills can’t stop it
Nothing drops it
No one knows the pain
I am on the edge of insanity
Falling down the cliff
Emotion puts me at risk
I scream out in fear
Yet no one can hear
I am all alone
Brain too far gone
Listening to lies
Hiding behind disguise
No one understands
You don’t know who I am
There are two sides to every tale
This is the version I choose to wail
Chemical imbalance shoots
Surges of energy does loops
I need to renew my will
This is a day being mentally ill…