My head
It hurts so bad
This war is tearing apart what was left of my soul
and my outer shell has paid its price
I’m sorry
So, so sorry
I could never prepare you for this
Its better this way I tell myself
So much better
But then I realize that its ******* not

I’m slowly losing reality to my nightmares
My nightmares drift into my day
And yet I walk among them, as if it’s nothing
So many plans for my life all seem so vague and meaningless
Each step I take from day to day is harder than the last

I need a hero
I need someone to pick me up again
I never could really expect someone to do that
Because in reality, your heroes are almost as ****** up as you are
I’ve reached a desolate corner of my life where I look down two ways
One is to live for
And the other speaks for itself