You used to have a lot of friends,
back before this endless cycle began.

Back before you were sitting on the floor,
eyes locked on closed doors.

The voices coming through,
trying to figure out which to choose.

Back before the monster crept into your head.

Back before you wished you were dead.

Back before you had to fake a smile,
Before getting out of bed felt like walking one thousand miles.

Back before the heartache,
the pain,
and the endless suffering.

Back before you had a lot of friends.

But now,
It's time for you end.