distorted guitar chords strum across the barracks that withstand the suicide in my mind
day and day come
i listen to the same songs
each day they become longer than before
quieter
it’s hard to hear over them
they never stop
christmas lights hanging on the soft edges of the void that is my room
they whisper to me things i wish to never hear no more
im clinging onto my last hope but i’m slipping
i cant seem to help myself get better
i’ve been drowning for the last year or two
the cassette tape under water is slowing down
im afraid to reach the day my broken distorted guitar chords stop slowing down and just stop
is that when the end will be?
i think it is finally visible in my blurry vision
false hope never fails to trip me
like it’s being hung in front of me
the tip of my nose almost brushes against it
my arms are tied behind my back
im wrapped in a thin stiff blanket that only gains thread at each tug
im starting to lose my hearing or maybe the music is just coming to an end
the end in which my thoughts consume me like ravenous beings
leaving me to starve with out hope