put me out of my misery

My brain is sending me crazy.
I typed out so many texts/explanations to you today, only to delete them all again.
I wrote a letter, just to rip it out and scrunch it up in my bag it went.

I don't know what the fuck my thoughts even are.

That's why i can't tell you what's wrong.

I don't know.

And the thing I don't know is you.

I just don't know how to figure out anything and until I do it's going to fuck with us again.

I hate my brain.

I hate my thoughts.

I want to fucking shoot and slaughter my thoughts.

I'm sorry.
I'm trying everything I can.