Loudest in the Room.
A simple note to explain doesn't seem long enough
To bring on one sheet my final feelings and thoughts
Why am I doing this and what lead me here?
It wasn't just one event and the timing wasn't near.
I'd start when I was younger but who can remember that far back?
Unfortunately I do with every panic and anxiety attack.
You'd probably start to see why by the time I finished 10th grade
But then I'd really dig deep into every mistake I've ever made
I'd go on to talk about the crushing weight of all my guilt
The guilt I'm tired of hearing that everyone has felt
"Just leave the past behind" they say and "move on to better days."
How the fuck am I supposed to do that when I want to kill my brain
Therapy and medication only helped me for so long
Now I've come to realize I'm the only thing that's wrong
I'm not angry with anyone and would never put blame on you
I just can't handle my thoughts being the loudest in the room.