I feel my emotions pull me left and right.
All of my demons are awake at night.
I haven't slept in what feels like years.
I'm here painting the floor with my glass tears.
I lit a cigarette and burned till the fire kissed my finger tips.
Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine a life better than this.
I didn't mean to fall and cause this mess for myself.
Then again, maybe I just deserve to be dead.
