Injurious Input and Qualm

It is a hitch That my state of mind Has worn me down People around me Are now able to glimpse Right inside my head It is no longer Just a pungent jury My thoughts aloud When my stomach Is filled up with blaze And my pulse accelerates Then I know I will Never be able to Step inside myself again Oh how I wish that I'll never again have to Hang from the ceiling And gaze upon myself These days bring nothing but Injurious input and qualm My hands are tied behind My back and my knees have Both been pierced by thorns Is it a secret Do I want to take off I sure find comfort In my thoughts of flight If it wasn't for you I'd be melting away I'd be pouring down I'd be bleeding out