"All day staring at the ceiling Making friends with shadows on my wall All night hearing voices telling me That I should get some sleep Because tomorrow might be good for something," Sirius stare at the ceiling, wishing his boyfriend would talk to him. All he had to talk to was the shadows on the wall. He could here James telling Remus to sleep, because tomorrow something good could happen. He often acted as if they were telling him. "Hold on Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown And I don't know why," Sirius had breakdowns at the random. He ignored everyone. He felt abused again. He cut in to his skin with the shards of broken glass. He didn't know why he did it but, wished he did. "But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell I know right now you can't tell But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see A different side of me I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired I know right now you don't care But soon enough you're gonna think of me And how I used to be me," He wasn't crazy. He was just... mentally unstable. He felt like it was his fault. He didn't let anyone approach him. He ignored them all. People were worried. The Marauders were falling apart. Sirius felt responsible for it. He cut himself and acted different. "I'm talking to myself in public Dodging glances on the train And I know, I know they've all been talking about me I can hear them whisper And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me Out of all the hours thinking Somehow I've lost my mind," He laughed -mentally- at how people thought they knew what was going on. On the trips to Hogsmeade, he avoided all eyes. He would go to the table in the back and drown himself in firewhiskey. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, the love of his life would forgive him.