I’m clinging by a thread,
All these emotions in my head,
Sometimes I wish I was dead,
No ! Get that thought out of my head.
Can’t Stand being in all of this pain,
All these thoughts going through my brain.
So i go to the doctors again,
But the bloody answers always the same.
“Im sorry there’s nothing we can do”,
He says, ” I empathise with what you are going through.”
He prescribed me another pill or two,
“Its the best i can do for you.”
Im thinking, Doctor I don’t need another pill,
I desperately want to know why i’m so ill.
If you could find that out it would be brill,
Then make a wonderful magic pill.
Oh who am I kidding this is it,
My whole bleeding life has turned to shit,
Will have to make a new one bit by bit,
Find out how all the pieces fit.
Maybe once day I could be happy again,
Learn how to cope with all this pain,
Things will never be the same,
I need to learn a brand new game.