A spirit upon me
Won't let me stand
Spirit of falling
Like being choked by a hand
My stomach's a storm
My head is a fog
Took pride in obedience
No better than a dog
Now I'm off on my own
I smile and play nice
Though inside I'm dead
And colder than ice
Keep things to myself
It cannot be said
I bottle it up
My friends have all fled
Fear of the unknown
Has turned into dread
A windstorm is howling
I feel faint in the head
Smell something foul
And drop like lead
Lose control of my bowels
Wake up ****** and red
Sometimes on the floor
Sometimes in bed
Clean the stains with a towel
This cannot be said
So hard to talk about
I just swallow the pain
Reminisce about my life
Going down the drain
But I do not complain
Too proud to complain
Still somewhat sane
Too proud to complain