Dread [trimmed by lisa]

Dread [trimmed by lisa]

I look into the mirror, all I'm seeing is a skeleton
I keep losing weight, so they got me taking medicine
I can't go a day without relying on these sedatives
Therapy and doctors, I feel like a specimen

Every fucking night that I've been laying in my bed
Doing all I can to fight the certain sense of dread
Feeling like this panic that I have will never end
And so I fantasize about a gun up to my head



And now these pills got me feeling asleep
when I'm awake, and yet awake

*Even when I sleep I feel pain*

Vivid visions in the past creeping into my brain
About to break, I just want to feel like I'm sane


And I just want to know what I did?!

Do I deserve this?????

like why I gotta deal with this shit?? man. 

And I just wanna know when it happened!

[When I lost my mind, and will I ever truly feel happy?]

I've been fighting this with everything that I have
And I've been trying to separate the good from the bad
Well, I can't see an end to all the pain that I face

I feel the weight of expectation pressing down on my chest


I feel like everybody has their own belief of what's best
Meditation, medication, should I pray to a god?

I wanna know when the pain stops.

Walking around with the same thoughts
I wanna know when the pain stops
Face down, fucked up with the

[door]

locked

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Mulherin|Stanley

nothing,nowhere.: dread

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