Little Boy

Sometimes i feel like theres a thousand versions of myself
A thousand different people
A thousand different hells
Why do i only feel things in extremes
Its either everything or absolutely nothing
I feel my mind corrode and i just wanna know
Does life get better from here or am i doomed to choke
I dont know what its like to feel like myself
I feel like a living reflection of somebody else

My mind is broken and im grasping for sanity
Im hardly human
Trapped eternally in agony
I see no future
Cant find my grip through the smoke
This haze has become all that i know as home

Birthed into sleep
Comatose
I cant see past these psychotic overtones
Is my mind collapsing
How would i know
Is there a point in asking what made me like this

So wheel me through the gates of this hell
The blinding lights paralyze
I cant believe this is my life
Doctor stay away from me
Im not crazy i just need a bit of sleep
Doctor please send me home
Doctor i swear theres nothing wrong
Doctor stay away from me