It's late and I'm sorry for what has become of me,
Every crack has torn open,
Showing my true weaknesses.
Breathing starts to grow harder,
The crushing reality of life grins down on you,
To end it or not is now playing on repeat in your head.

Your mind clouds over,
Believing you were stronger.
Nothing will end this curse,
It haunts you every day and drags you deeper into your own dark mind.
Waves of tears crash from your eyes,
New lines appear as you break down more and more.
No one will hear your silenced screams,
No one will help you from yourself.