I’ve got a tortured mind
Life won’t be kind, to me!!!
Could it be?
I didn’t do drugs today
I did things the old way
I woke up, in the middle of the night
Just to narrate this fight.
My mind is in a state of decay,
Full of dismay
From the many thoughts
Of yesterday, today, and the ones of tomorrow day.
Let me rest
It’s for the best
Stop and relax,
for a second
Or a millisecond
My mind screams,
“Crazy you are destined to be, so let it be!”
I can’t let my tortured mind win,
I think of Edgar Allan Poe’s tortured mind and I hear my brain recite,
“I don’t want to live his life.”
Tortured mind be kind, please be kind, oh be kind.
Voices, I hear voices!!!