My head is spinning around and around.
i dont know where to turn, or if i'll be found.
i dont know who i am, or if theres a cure,
i seem normal, only looking back in the mirror.
...
There's this screaming voice inside my head
that tells me to do things i don't want to do
There's this crawling skin underneath my own
that tells me to cut and carve and let it out
...
I've given up on the quick sharp razors.
They don't satisfy me as much.
Not as much as the slightly dull tip,
of a piece of glass.
...