there's something deep within me
hidden underneath my daily smile
perhaps a desperate plea
maybe a silent cry
asking for what I need
yearning for absolution
pushing away my pride (if I had any)
begging for salvation

tired of the role I continue to play
bound and broken within myself
afraid of what people might say
if I turn to them for help

how much longer must I fool myself?
you know I'd stop if I could.
crying myself to sleep every night
like every f-cked up teenager would

is it too late for me?
too late for me to be saved
from the thoughts and voices
inside my head
that drive me insane.