Like Knives.

The thoughts fly at me like knives
Thrown in a freak show.
The static in my head persists
And this music in my ears will never block it out.

I'm the Titanic; we've just been hit,
And water fills up my cabins slowly.
I ignore it like an arrogant snob,
But deeper down than the ocean, I know- there's no more lifeboats for me.

There're things I should do,
Things I should stop,
Things I should give up,
So many things I should drop.

But life will go on,
And I'll hang on to the back,
Get dragged along for the ride;
Pretend I'm having fun, like it's not just an act.