Its a raw sort of emotion to be so mentally exhausted that you start become physically fatigued,
To give up on yourself on account of the fact that you are a burden to even the ones who swore they believed.
You are a burden to yourself,
A nuisance to every one else.
Who wants to deal with someone that lacks the capacity to cope,
What do you do now that everyone has left and you're at the end of your ropes?

I pray one day that I remember who I used to be,
Before you embedded yourself in my blood and stole my sanity away from me.
I hope some night I will easily fall into slumber,
And I hope that when I do that I do not still wake to thoughts that sound like thunder.
I crave for the moment I can stand my own
reflection,
When my goals and dreams return to me and I have some sort of direction.
I will be here waiting for the day I save myself with some sort of solution,
Until then I'll hold myself in search for this chapters conclusion.