My heart seeps a weakness
That might've came from the
Clouds.
It leaps out the sky like a stage dive
To crowds.

I built a sturdy armour to block out
The pain.
But it couldn't seem to stop all the
Guilt and the blame.

I strum my heartstrings with
These things I don't need.
My lungs beg for smoke and my
Mind also pleads.

If I lay my head without a
Defense for reality,
I just might take my life--
Ain't no might. That's actuality.