Sick

I feel a little sick inside my mind Something in my head doesn't quite feel right Every night against myself I fight I feel a little twisted in my mind Slowly losing grip over my life Trying to find a safe place to hide From myself I'm just trying to exorcise my demons while I'm writing here Seems like every time I do though I just hear them in my ear I know I'll have to deal with them for my own protection But every time I face them I end up seeing my reflection I spend days in my bed and every time that I try to stand Up I can't I feel the weight of depression pull me down again I hear this voice in my head telling me that I'm better off dead I see the edge, one more step, no turning back look straight ahead I feel a little sick inside my mind Something in my head doesn't quite feel right Every night against myself I fight I feel a little twisted in my mind Slowly losing grip over my life Trying to find a safe place to hide From myself I'm just trying to exercise my schedule while I'm lying here I'm stuck to my bed and it seems like I'm paralyzed in fear I toss and turn every time that I hear my parents coming near Scared that they find out the truth and all my lies are coming clear More people in my head than in the books on my shelf Feeling like I joined a fight club to get out of my shell But call me tyler durden cause it turned into my hell When I look at my demons i look at myself I feel a little sick inside my mind Something in my head doesn't quite feel right Every night against myself I fight I feel a little twisted in my mind Slowly losing grip over my life Trying to find a safe place to hide From myself I feel a little sick inside my mind