Hey, I wish you were around.
I don't know who to go to anymore.
I'm crumbling to the ground.
I'm so insecure.
I can't see my own hand in front of my face.
My world is pitch black.
I'm trapped in my own solitary space.
Chained down on my back.
I'm restricted and unsure.
I can't get away.
There's no light to find the door.
Looks like I'm here to stay.
To waste my youth.
In a dark depressing state.
Scarred and uncouth.
Pain for which you can't compensate.
I feel myself wanting to break free.
With such force that my bones break.
The power trying to release me.
Look away, for your own sake.
I don't want you to see me like this.
Maybe I'm better off suffering behind closed doors.
Perhaps ignorance is bliss.
It'd be better for you not to see me here on the floor
Possible that it's good I'm alone.
So no one has to watch me.
Breaking my own bones.
I'll just struggle and suffer in my own company.