Unknown Title -For Now-

In my head, my thoughts flood me,
No way out, that it is always there.
In a way I don't feel a need to flee,
That I sense something great coming near.

My emotions fill my thoughts, and action,
Going out of control most of my life.
Got them when I was too young,
Thinking of times to just grab the only knife and run.

My eyes are tired, my body limp,
My skin slowly falling off of me.
It's when people started calling me a wimp,
No matter what I did my thoughts wouldn't let me be.

Why?, I didn't know,
Though I wish I always did.
But my thoughts just keep on to grow,
No way I could hide.