Some nights, my mind runs as wild as a carnival ride,
When I'm in a place so dark I don't even have to hide.
Thoughts play like a favorite song.
My own memories trying to make me dead,
I just want to, but I can't, escape my head.
There's no energy left for being strong.
The air becomes a poisonous gas,
all the bad thoughts I try and surpass.
My past shows me everywhere I went wrong.
Stabbed with words by my own hand,
each blow so strategically planned.
There is no place I belong.
I'm stuck in a tornado that has already formed,
I just have to wait out the storm.