She says
I'm ebbing down to pieces. I bear the weight of a thousand souls. This brittle frame work is getting worn from lack of apathy. I need an outlet to get back a little piece of me. It's all the same,how the days blend. My life's refrain is a need bending pain.

I'm wearing down in ways. Flaming out my days.... Prefer to stay in haze. Help Numb out my manic mind?