Get Out Of My Head is about someone who has witnessed people being murdered and now he feels guilty. That guilt has manifested itself as voices in his head, telling him to take his own life to atone for not helping to save their life.

I wrote it kind of disjointed like their mind was scattered and not making sense to, show that they might have been losing their mind a bit. That it was all in their head.

I wrote it as I was feeling similarly scattered. Not out of guilt, or maybe it was, maybe I was projecting and I do feel guilty. I mentioned in my earlier post, I’m Still There that I went through something recently and while for the most part I’m fine, sometimes something brings it all back. It’s during those moments when I’m not fine and writing about is the only way I know how to get through it.

It feels weird to sharing all this, but I made a promise with myself to be completely honest. Although with nobody actually reading my posts yet it’s kind of like spilling all my secrets to a brick wall.

Love
Roxanne