Straight back to the pain
And all the way back again
Taking me to the pain
And all the way back

My mind is playing tricks on me. It's being cruel to be. It's lying to me!
Stop it. I can be happy with what I have, cause it's the best I have ever had. It's just me.. It's just me..
Think of good things..
But everytime I try to think of something good, when I need to think of something good, other things just start popping up in my mind, reminding me.. I don't need to be reminded.
I need strenght. I need will.
I want to be better. I want to be able to say what I think, when it's important.. I want to, but the words just get stuck in my throath. I guess the definition of important is a bit lucid. What I consider to be important is to be able to talk to the persons I trust, whatever it may be about. This mental blockade of mine is driving me insane!
Help me..

I want to be someone else.

Tell me I'm fine as I am.. No, make me believe it.

Confusion is the worst of feelings, as it is not a feeling in itself as much a mixture of unreadable feelings.