up my fingers, down my toes...

they crawl up, they crawl down and sometimes just walk around.

Their on the ceiling, their on the floor

crawling

crawling

on the door

I grab my head and scream out loud

but these four white walls keep the doctors out

I scream again but they don't leave

Instead they crawl and watch me bleed

Bleed from the inside, bleed from the out

crawling in and out of my mouth.

These spiders laugh and watch me doubt

I shake my head and look around

No one is here with me on the ground

The spiders are gone and the voices start

telling things that pierce my heart

I bleed and bleed

Plead and plead and fall to my knees and pray.

Pray for the day that these visions would go away

and I could play where the kids my age play.

A place I used to go for the day

Hugged by daddy; kissed by mum

I play and play all through the day

Without the spiders and strangers in my head

telling me they wished I were dead

At only four years old, I hear them clear

they want to get away from here... and fly

to the place where I'm not Physchotic.