You got it right Eminem, you got it right

I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife
In my windpipe
I can't breathe
But I still fight
While I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right
It's like I'm in flight
High of a love
Drunk from the hate
It's like I'm huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer
I sufficate

You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe
When you're with them
You meet
And neither one of you
Even know what hit 'em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah them chills

Wish it would stop hurting, make it stop hurting

All I ever seem to do these days is cry.
Cry becasue of mum
Cry because of about 4 of my friends, each for different reasons
Cry becasue of my sister
Cry because of school
Cry becasue of me
All I do is cry.
And I wish I could stop it
I wish I could take the pain away
But I try my hardest to take away your pain
So it has to make its way out somehow
It has to cause pain somewhere
And it is coming out of me
It is coming out in tears.
But I am at least consoled by the fact that they aren't coming out of you.

Did you know that a good 20 minute cry can leave you dehydrated, with a headache and burning eyes for about 12 hours? and the exhaustion lasts for a good 24hrs or so too...