Can I be done?

Who hasn't said that to their mum before?> I have plenty of times... And now I say it to my demented self, begging to be free.

I'm reall tired
Of being sane
So I close my eyes
And play the game
That brings back
The hurtful things
To remind me
Of when I was mad,
Twas not so long ago...
But when I remember
What it was like
I thank the Gods
That I am sane.
I close my eyes again
To play that game
That brings back
The painful things
To remind me
Of when I was sane,
Twas not so long ago...
But then I remember
what it was like.
And so it goes, on and on.

Peas out

~Danny