I don't want to be awake again
I spend my days with my head in my hands
And if I go outside I'll fall apart

Sketches mean nothing, but they are my world to me
I just use it to set me free
But I could not go away if I wanted to

I can hide from friends, but my feelings are still there too
Self-depricating thoughts interrupting all the time
Emphasizing all the traits that I wish weren't mine

My outlook isn't bright so I shall close my eyes
Compulsively complaing about how the world is full of lies
I can't stand the ways that I react

I wish to make myself disappear, but I am hesitant
Convinced that my future will be better than the present
And so for today, I remain intact

I don't want to be awake again
I spend my days with my head in my hands
And if I go outside I'll fall apart