Here I am again
Standing on the same bridge
I always seem to end up on
Contemplating every decision
I have ever made
To keep myself alive.

I swear there's a library
In my mind made up
Of ever growing caverns
Overflowing with scrolls
Of which I wish would burn
Far past the point of ashes.

Here I am again
Questioning every word
Said to me that was less than
Cruel, for I will always
Doubt someone's claim
Of sweet sincerity.

I swear there is
Very little worth
Sleeping inside my soul
Of which is drowning
Within my accidentally
Self-induced torment.

Help me;
I cant breathe.

-ARI