So give me strength to get me through the day,
Or at the very least, please kill the voice
Who rattles 'round my head and makes me pay
For peace of mind with limbs I've ripped from choice.
I've cauterized my every inch of skin
So now it's scarred and hard, an armor guard,
Yet softest touch sparks harshest pain within;
I'm tender just beneath my skin, so charred.
I am not strong and so the smog just sits,
Curls in and crushes all my bones within;
My skin of rock can't block the raving bits
Of mind who point out each and every sin.
So kill the fear of this too busy brain,
This overthinking is my holy bane.