Well Enough

Conniptions keep falling through
And I scarcely know what to do
When I am lying here
Your voice is all I hear
No longer, is anything true.

I create this life inside my head
And the others all just end up dead
I'm coming down from it
Another hysteric fit
I only see blue now; not red.

I'm not okay; no, I'm not well
A healthy mind won't try to dispel
Positive thoughts
Or at least I was taught
But now I forget, so I sit, and I dwell.

I'm not well; no, I'm not okay
I can't quite remember on a day like today
If the sun still shines
If this place is still mine
Or is this just a painting, art as portrayed?

I'm nothing more and no less
Deceptive, rotten bag of distress
Likened to a cockroach
Trembling at your approach
No I can't, I won't, attempt to fix this mess.

The light, it burns; the cold, it sears
My skin is crawling, dripped like tears
You call, and I refuse the phone
I think that I'm well enough, alone
So why can't you let me be in here?

As far as I can tell
I'm well enough
In my head
Alone.