Sometimes

Sometimes I feel like my mind is against me. I don't know why we can't get along.

Sometimes I look back at my life and wonder where it all went wrong.

Sometimes I think about removing my eyes from my skull, so I can't see what I've become.

Or maybe I should cut off my legs so I can no longer run.

Run away from my problems, run away from my pain.

I got out alive, but I was never the same.

Sometimes I wish I meant it when I tell them I'm fine.

Sometimes my sometimes mean all the time.