The very whole of my existence
May reflect self-medication,
A mimick to another of life's shadows.
My own pity, a personal addiction.
I've created more than a path;
But a careless step toward pain.
A seemingly dead heart, forced to thud.
Just retracing mistakes over again.
I could be wasting my breath on fear.
My fear of loosing the only sanity left in me.
This breath, it isn't worth wasting.
Not worth the time of another heartbeat.
Tell me, what am I soppose to do?
When the only thing I feel has numbed.
When I'm stuck, when I'm sick of me.
When I'm afraid of what I'll become..
