Insane

You’ve ever seen a man who is mentally insane? Who wants to grab a shotgun and blow out all his brains? I’m that man, and I’ve got a crippling pain Giving me a headache, never seems to go away Depression tears you up fast like A-Train Faster than, quicksilver, flash, a jet plane Always taking walks on memory lane Reminiscing ‘bout the times there was more sun than rain Feeling wasted, feeling drained All my friends are higher than a plane But I don’t smoke weed, I got fake friends, Peer pressure, friends sniffing cocaine Stopped at the gas station, propane Then someone stole the gas, then my car, then drove away I still paid for the damages Why am I the victim of everybody’s rampages? Why am I the meat in everybody’s sandwiches? I don’t have friends, cause my friends smoke cannabis Peer pressure, they tell me, just take a little hit Come on, just a little bit Just a little sip of this lean, of this Jack Daniel’s? I’m so insecure, these feelings that I hide You’re all so immature, don’t know how I feel inside Anxiety, depression, in my body they reside I’m so tired, I just want all of these feelings to subside Feels so hard to even breathe, it’s like I’m buried alive Wondering if I should live my life or commit suicide All this hurrying and scurrying, people be asking “why?” Cause my mental state is blurrying, I feel like I’mma die In the middle of a hurricane, I’m stuck inside the eye I don’t deal with suicidal thoughts? that was a lie When I was a little boy, all I did was just cry And I still do, Tried to change? nice try Everyone telling me that you need to toughen up, Suck it up, whining isn’t gonna get you any luck, You can crush it with your foot like it’s nothing, like a bug I can get upset over anything, a slight rub I might faint or I might throw up I haven’t gotten an inch taller, haven’t grown up Maybe if I’m lucky enough, I’ll be 5’1 Cause I’m sick of being 5’0, that’s 4’12 Somebody yesterday told me to “kill yourself” Thanks a lot, my good man, that really helped That just made my situation excel I’m Satan’s slave, stuck in a prison cell I’m like a scared turtle, just a mere shell 988, do those numbers ring a bell? That’s what you dial when you want to kill yourself And I relate right now, somebody send help