Twisted.

Apr 04, 2008 - 02:19 AM PST

I'm not thinking anything, yet thinking too much at the same time.
I hate when my mind does this to me.
My emotions change at the drop of a dime.
I can't take this.

I write to try to make my mind a blank slate.
Rewind and start from the beginning.
Someone keeps pressing fast forward while I'm trying to rethink things.
Everything has become so mixed up and twisted in itself.
My thoughts are in knots and I hate this.

I sound so cliche'

I want to make things better.
I wish I could change it all.
I want to make none of it matter.
I wish I could catch your fall.

Maybe I'll feel better in the morning.