What's going on here.

To shed some light, and say it loud and clear
Explain myself, yet I shouldn't feel compelled
to string truthness through your ears.
See, the truth is, I don't know what I'm doing in here.

I've had heartaches after heartbreaks,
now I'm cold, living in fear.
Tears don't come easy,
but cheesy lines sure appear.
I've had my ways,
but locked away my say;
I don't know what I'm doing in here.

What I do know is that my foes
hate this stage of my recovery phase.
My body is harmed
there's a limp in my arm;
from not writing so much these days.

I craze for one pill,
easily crushed up to kill;
hushed up and ill
I can never stay still...
you can't fathom what I'm doing in here.