I can feel my pulse beating, telling me im alive
But then why do I feel nothing inside
This fine coat of numbness steals my every breath
I don’t know how to live like this
Although one would think that I’d have learned by now
For how much of my life I have spent in this pit
And yet here I am once again with my
Finger pressed against my wrist
Part of me hoping that I won’t feel that rush of blood
But it always comes down to this:
Questioning the end and existence

Struggling to shed this emptiness
Knowing that if I manage to poke a hole
in this façade a dark creature will emerge
He will consume my thoughts and being
Render me useless to go about life
To let everything out; to breathe easy
To breathe in the relaxing sadness of rain
That this not a luxury granted to me
No I can open that part of me to the world
I have to be someone else for so many people
Someone stronger someone who doesn’t
long to sip tea with demons but wards them off
so that you can breathe and to me
that is the reason I take each breath