When it falls apart it does not fall into pieces it turns into dust
And I am left with nothing to hold on to..
Nothing to re-assemble

I've grown weary of starting again, what's the point?
Nothing ever changes.
My mindset never changes

This chronic stagnation is more than I can bear.
Haunted by ghosts of irrational thoughts and emotions

I am standing in my own way.

Everything is leaking from the cracks of this sick foundation.
I've failed to contain my so called life..
I get back up and land on my knees and not on my feet.

Begging for the beast in me to set me free.