Thoughts of death come to overwhelm me similar to how they used to
Except now they're a little less painful and a little more accepted
I can't help but think of everything that's went wrong
And I haven't forgiven anyone, including myself
I'm just filling my body up with guilt to later drain from my veins
My friends go out to drink while I stay home and think
I wonder if anyone can feel that these excuses are fake
That I'm not really sleeping but rather wide awake
I wish people understood that I'm shutting myself away for their own good
So many people want a second change and I don't even want the life I have
I wish I had the courage to leave it all behind, But I fall asleep crying every time.
So next time.
Next time.