This is really stupid, but I wrote this while I was at work, just alone, thinking. I hope it doesn't sound too gay. Here goes...

They're all screaming,

tears are streaming,

down my face.

I'm in every position

to use this ammunition

and I wish I had comfort now.

The things I've done

seem to hurt everyone.

I'm ready to call it quits.

These questions are so loaded,

my mind is wandering away.

I can't control myself

and it feels like raging fire.

My emotions are scattered,

splattered, everywhere.

I search for composure,

but composure's never willing.

Dangerously, I search for life,

in hiding it remains.

This sweet sane girl

has become a monster.

And monsters never win.

No, the monsters never win.