I am not asleep and not awake
Yet from this stupor I cannot shake
My mind’s as dull as a knife’s blunt edge
As I stand precariously on this ledge
Any change, any shift, any sudden remakes
Could cause my death so high the stakes
But does it even matter anymore?
I’ve never felt this way before
This hate and anger, burning despair
For in my soul there can be no repair
I’ve crushed myself in this defeat
And it is my end I’m about to meet
