It's sinking into me again
Or maybe I'm sinking into it.
The darkness that washes over me,
And stains my skin and spirit.
I keep soaking in the bath in the hope it'll leave,
But alas...

Wish I wasn't so in my head,
Ripped from the outside where I have been content for so long,
Now I'm always looking out the windows,
Longing for a trouble.
I need attention,
There's no stimulation to keep me functional anymore.
God,
Someone ******* hit me or something.


I got pulled over today
Going 50 miles over,
And he told me I could've killed myself,
But at least I wouldn't be so bored anymore.