I've been silent for far too long.
The built up pressure hurts I find I'm too far gone.
If only I had the release to scream and release the Angst from my chest. But I'll bottle it up and just write about how I'm second rate and I'm no better that the rest.

I'm so sorry that I let the demons feed on me. They always sneak up at the worst times it seems.
I can't sleep because I'm too anxious thinking.
I can't believe that someone like you could ever love someone like me.

Why can't I just figure out how to fix me?
Feel alone at night even when you sleep beside me.
Maybe it's just me but I don't think I can be the man that I'm supposed to be.
I'm not enough baby who are we foolin, I'm just an empty shell stick figure.
Shadows of who I should be haunt me.
Remembering who I once was.
Haunts me.
I should move on.
My demons always trap and stop me.