Brains Need Off Switches One of those moods Those god-awful moods I'm not knowing much of everything And I'm questioning Every Single Thing I've ever known Laying here blaring music Who's soft touch always felt just a Little bit Softer Than any boy that has looked my way Just curling up Wondering why I even bother Then I realize Just how Pathetic I sound And I'm disgusted with myself For being this low And even more disgusted in the fact that I can declare that this is low That Is Weak I don't want your help I Never want help from anyone And Maybe that's the root of my problems But What if it isn't really a problem Just Something that is what it is Something Has got to be wrong with me Why can't I just be One Of Those Girls That can just be happy all of the time Why must I Fuck Everything Up And then get even more upset when I realize Just How Self-pitying I sound And Then I Just Need to sleep. ©Sabrina Smith October 2012