I dream of days where there's life without pain. I keep my thoughts in my head to keep from being "insane". I look around to see nothing but depression. Reality is something I question. The thoughts I have, have been called crazy. I think they look at my thoughts a little hazy. They say my thoughts can hurt. I say my thoughts aren't too alert. My thoughts keep me safe, my thoughts keep me alive. My thoughts help me thrive. They think i'm mad, they think i'm crazed. It's not that, it's that im amazed. Look what kind of people we've become. I'm suprised not everyone is glum. Now my thoughts can't be said because they say it's all in my head.