Crazy

Crazy

I was talking to myself last night
She has a lot to say
She feels her body is a padded room
Her soul hitting every wall she’s built within her soft heart
Her hands tied from the layered fabrics of her mind
She wakes me up at 3am to say
How people keep shoving there hearts down her throat
She having trouble breathing
I mean loves kinda hard to swallow
When it’s beating agianst the walls of your throat
I try to be a good therapist
I keep taking notes in this notebook
She’s really opening up
I think to me she feels close 
Mabey a little to close
Cause yesterday she wrapped her fingers around her throat 
And I started to choke 
If you ever have trouble laughing
Try holding in a scream