I lived life surrounded by screaming
Realized all this **** simply has no meaning
I kept going but questioned my reasoning
Mentally, dark images are hemorrhaging
Desperate to put purpose to the breathing
Everything's so temporary; I'm comfortable with leaving
And I smoke too much; I hate it but I'm feening
Unsure what kind of love could alleviate my grieving
My trust has been tainted by all the deceiving
Don't want death; for my will to live, I'm still pleading
Often feels as though the voices in my head are speeding
All I desire is to subdue their screaming