Sometimes

Sometimes I just wanna quit.
so sick of being sick and being tired
and trying too hard to try, that i really just
wonna die.
(I said sometimes)

Sometimes I just wonna close my eyes and
do a swan dive off the long side of a building.
Spilling all my insides out.
(but I have my doubts)
that sounds like it would hurt too much!

What am I to do when doing seems so still to me,
and motion goes un-noticed when no one is focused on me?

Sometime I just want to clime to the top of my mind, 
get my self lost on cloud number nine,
Where no one will find my dieing.
(but, climbing seems like a whole lot of work)

Sometimes I just don't understand my self.
too hurt to search, too weak to think,
real quick to quite, real slick and shit.
When I miss, I'm mad.
Sometimes, I'm just glad that I only think this shit!!!!