With another failure
another escape plan strikes my brain
And this time my brain somehow
tricks me to believe that
Maybe this plan could actually work.
With words in my head
Blood in form of anxiety flowing through my veins,
I sit in a crowded room feeling empty,
Wondering what my presence
In this world looks like,
What I look like from up there.
Hours and hours of over thinking
Leaves a shallow void in my head,
A space of nothingness.
Maybe I should execute this plan
Maybe I shouldn't
Maybe I should start caring for things a little more,
Maybe I shouldn't
For all my failures haven't made me any different,
But oh well been successful in making me that abandoned, decrepit building that just exists with no life in it.
They say try harder
But I fall harder and harder with each trial.
I need a remedy
But mind you not your pity
For I could be
A hurricane,
A volcano,
A flower,
A mountain,
But that's another 'could've been' story.
Right now I'm nothing but a mere shadow
Looking for the person over it.