Walls keep closing into my frame,
Temperature skyrockets as I stare until my own eyes burn away,
I can't sleep at night when all my friends are dead or gone,
Eating my own ****** guts on the clothes-ridden floor.
Emotions are all either dead or overpowering.

What makes you think of the stars?
Does it ever keep you up at night?
What is it like to know you'll be alright?
All I ever get from sleep are scars.

Settled into a little room,
Not enough to hold all of my missing friends.
Every day is the same I want out of it now.
I wonder if there will ever be a day when I won't want to burn away.

What makes you doubt yourself?
And does it ever keep you up at night?
Tell me, what is it like to know that everything's alright?
All I ever get from sleep is waking up to the same old shelf.

If they really cared they would text me back,
I only asked for help once and now I'm off the hook,
My only thought is that it's all my fault,
And you wonder why I'm not alright.

Wish I could get sent to space and witness an exploding star,
Nothing feels right anymore with only four corners,
Am I an animal for thinking I should die,
Looking at my hands that almost appear to be bleeding,
Green is all I see from head to toe,
Lights dim and I lay myself to sleep.