Dysphoria

I can't sleep

There's a baby crying

The women are fighting

I just need some peace

But I can't fucking have it

Feel like I'm losing my mind

It's just a monday night

Actually, it's 8am

The birds got tired to sing

Even they have something to do

With their useless lives

I wish I wasn't lost into that pit

They keep on yelling

Bossing me around

Write about it!

Keep your mouth shut!

I don't even know who I'm talking to

I wonder if I'm real

If I really have a face

Or if this body I'm possessing

It's a temporary vehicle

It's already fading away

And I can feel it

I've been eating 

Like a starving opossum

Like a mother

Like a pregnant woman,

Carrying babies in her oven

But I want to burn my babies alive

Or crush them like an olive

Make some olive oil

Rub it over my skin

To feel fresh 

I have been chaining her down

Deep, deep into my basement

My secret well

Where I keep all of my shadows

And leave some music on

To entertain them

She's still psychotic

If she goes out I'm dead

But I couldn't ask for help

I guess

This sounds exactly 

Like a delusional event

I guess I shouldn't have touched it

I shouldn't have opened my eyes

I shouldn't have opened my mouth 

My door, my heart, my soul

I shouldn't have let him in

Or offered a cup of coffee

I shouldn't have pulled the chair

For him to sit

And make me some company

I should have never spoke

To anyone again

They will drive me insane

I can only speak to the mirror

But she hates me