It's getting too hard.
The nights get more restless.
The tears gets heavier.
Cuts get deeper.
You're too deep in
Everyday is so hard I swear
Running away from the things that scare you
Telling yourself " when will I be okay? "
You ran out of pills.
What's left?
You feel so wasted so unwanted.
You're so low you don't even know what to think
You stop eating.
You've lost yourself
You lay there on that bed and cry the night away.
Isn't that what you do already?
