My open wounds won't heal, and they scar me like a stitch,
You see, life's a beautiful woman.. but karma is a bitch,
She took my love for life, a passion I'm starting to miss,
Friends say that im wigging out but this is hardly a glitch,
I'm not taking drugs or smoking, because they aren't in the mix,
And if I think too hard about it, then I begin to get pissed,
On an emotional trip I can't handle, with my heart in my fist.
I feel like a "bum"... in need of "change", but I'm "broke" as fuck,
If I were in therapy,
It'd be with a knife, because I really don't want to open up,
People said I got attatchment issues, but shit dude, no one trusts,
But I guess I've learned one crucial thing.. being lonely sucks.
I just don't understand, so please explain, why the fuck can't I relax?
I'm not stressed out, yet I feel like my heart's having panic attacks,
I just want this to be over, I don't need this drama, I'm done with this crap,
I need something that can turn my ass, into a vanishing act,
I don't understand why I'm so delusional, its really unusual,
Because in a room full of people, I lay low and stand in the back,
Knowing I'm the biggest joke there, but I'm too damaged to laugh.
My minds frying like eggs in the heat of noon,
Heart so sore, its like I got beat by a hired goon,
Because there's so much fucking intensity here, its like an earthquake,
Shit man, I really shouldn't have thought it out, why did I hesitate.
Now I regret it, I repent it, whatever I said, I never really meant it.
I've asked god a thousand times, to help me balance my lows,
But when I overcome an obstacle, there's another challenge below,
I guess the devil took my soul, and I must've allowed it show,
Because now I'm full of hate, no room for love to grow.

-Mehad Muhammad