trapped by the thoughts in my mind
wondering if I’ll ever make it out alive
constantly fighting off the feeling of:
wondering if I’ll ever make it out alive
constantly fighting off the feeling of:
“i'd rather die.”
do I run and hide? …continue running from my own light?
do I stay and fight?…continue fighting and prove it right?
do I stay and fight?…continue fighting and prove it right?
buried by my own perpetually frozen state
at least standing still, i can predict my own fate
constantly thinking to myself:
at least standing still, i can predict my own fate
constantly thinking to myself:
“we’re all just better off without me at this rate.”
can anyone give me a good enough reason to stay?
…cause all i want is for these fucking feelings to go away.
…cause all i want is for these fucking feelings to go away.