I woke up just to face another anxiety
I'm trippin' over my own thoughts
I'm falling down
It's deep
And dark
And I'm bleeding
But no one helps
I can't feel myself
I can't see my reflection on the mirror
It feels as if I'm in a black hole
I can't feel my legs anymore
Eyeless,I see nothing
But I can hear
A clock ticking
I'm just too tired to fight my own self
But I can feel
Time is running
People fake their smiles
"I'm fine" I said
"I just can't even decide what kind of mask should I wear today"
Are we supposed to act like everything is okay even when it's not?
Aren't I legal enough to receive at least a jar of happiness?
If there is a darker color than black,it would be my happiest color
