Can't run from it.
   Always a step behind.
   The worst is that I'm trapped in my own mind.
   The end is near.
   I can't keep trying.
   Stop asking if I'm okay.
   I'm so tired of lying.
   My fake smile is getting heavy.
   Eyes can't hold back.
  My mind has won.
  I'm done living in the black.
  Going through the motions.
  It's almost time to quit.
  Most fear death, but others really pray for it.