SnapWolf

I think that I've lost it I'm feeling so frantic I'm totally manic But it's not time to panic, yet It's just that these thoughts that are Screaming inside my head They keep running lap After lap After lap And telling me that I should be dead. But it's not time to panic, yet I keep telling myself not to panic But this feeling I'm feeling Why can't it stop? I'm crying I'm dying I'm still living this pointless life I feel like it isn't my own And I just feel so alone, but It's not time to panic, yet.

This me? This is the Real Me This is the New Me This is the Now Me There is No Future me Because That me Hasn't yet Come To Be I'll never Be The Same As I Ever was Yesterday Because -- Our experiences Are Always Always changing Day By Day By night And Day Oh There's good And And then There's bad And Then there Is Everything ever To Ever be Had But this me Is Me And it feels So good To Be So Free To be me Again I'm not your Wife This is My Life Again I can pick And choose Again And Fuck Whoever The Fuck I like Again Instead of Those God Awful Choices You make Again -- Because I keep Craving The Moral depravity That Is Me And my life Because I Love To Love And love To Be Loved And you Didn't love The Me I Loved to Be Because the me I love Tobe You Tried To kill But she's The Me Who loves To Touch And feel And the Touch I love To Feel Is a soft But Stinging Touch And the Warmth Of the Slap On my Ass Cheek When he Says -- “Stop being a brat” -- But I Love To Misbehave And when

It's about fucking time That you are Out of my life But it's Only Physically -- You need To leave My Place Emotionally Because I can feel the pain That you inflicted On Me In my mind When I tried To find the time To let You Know That you Were hurting me Emotionally But You wouldn't Listen to me You said that I'm free To be Me But the real me Is not the me That You wanted me to be And All The Emotional Pain has Pooled up right Inside My Brain But now my Feeling of touch Has Gone I no longer Feel In touch With Reality Who am I Going To Be And when will death Even Come For Me Will I ever be free Oh will I Ever Be Free But – I Am Free I'm finally Free From your grasp On my throat When you wanted To choke My Life right Out Of Me On the floor Of my home The home That I made The home That I opened Up To You And you Have got All Of my emotions My boiling Emotions Boiling up And up And up And They're reeling In Pain But I don't Feel the pain Of your hand On my face Or your hands On my throat Or

Well I guess that There's one thing That I can thank you for In that you helped Me realize Something About myself That I never knew before And it's that I know now That I guess That I can be A little whore But I don't want that I want the connection To connect When the pieces Intersect And the pieces They cause friction The friction That Makes me Want to stay Day by day By day to feel The heart And the soul And the dice That we roll To find a good fit To put back the pieces Bit by bit By bit But I'm such a bitch It's nobody's job to fix me It's me And my job is to fix me But it makes it easier when I Can find The time To spend The time With the people Or person I give A damn About Unlike you You fat prick You just wanted to Stick Your Dick Into anyone that Looked your way “I'm a hedonist” you say But hedonists Still have morals And you By far You have No Morals Or self Control Or sense Of self You're something else Yeah Something else In your entirety It's not me That you want It is

My Existence is So Exhausting Just -- I want to live Like I used to Oh I would give So many Things For the Opportunity To feel The warmth Of the home That I built For myself When I Was My Own Best Friend And all of my Self Deprecating Comments They were Never honest I swear -- It used to Be like that Before the Time that Brought Me Here To this place In my head When Each night In my bed I Scream In my head Before I can fall Asleep Fearing That I Am going to die in my sleep But then I'll wake up The next Fucking morning So Disappointed That I'm Still Alive I want to go back to before Before all this I was so Full Of Light There was no Sight Of Fright I had my Whole Life Ahead Of me My future was So Bright And it Was My right To excite And ignite I was raring and Ready To Fight For my right To Live -- But life became So Daunting The memories Are All Taunting Like ghosts They're Just Haunting Oh, god Their Incessant haunting And Crying And Moaning And Whying And