I'm a mess, thought it was new but its the same old ****, Same old brain, Same old body, Same old failures, And same old fears, Same ******* tears. Will they ever stop flowing? The answer is no. Will I ever move on? Will I ever love who I am? No. Sick of feeling sick, Of being in pain, Sick of existing this way. Sick of making myself fade away, Yet I keep doing it every single day. Lifes a game, And im on my last life, Losing every battle, Losing my mind. In the end all I'll be is insane.