Desahogo, Pt. 1

Again I'm sorry, I know this will come off a bit rude

But my veins and esophagus are ready to tell the truth

For now, is the time (To finally) let heal and let soothe

Because I became the bitterest of sad, depressed prudes

As I was starting to ball/bawl up like a coward and

Cry like a mange, my dreams were ruined

They began to dry and estrange

Sobbing over the loss of my once golden hands

My eyes became daft and feeble like the sand

Underneath my feet when OCD kicked and kicked in

When OCD kicked and kicked in

Tongue-tied and oh-so feverish