ith how hard I have foughtRecurring thoughts to dieAnd knowing full of well whyFull reason of whyI would like to dieIf I can not see themThen they can not see meThey are not even thereAs my mind runs freeI often think too muchAbout the world, people's motives and other things and suchSometimes I wish I had no mindJust for all the simplicity I would find