This is not what i wanted to be
I wanted to be much more...

I find in me a poison
A poison i call concrete...

I have failed again
Don't believe me...

Ripping,cutting
Forever burning...

Facing the final trial
My feet begin to slow...

I want to feel so connected
I need to feel as though i matter...

Back to the end again
Back to the end of reason...

For years i would say
I am ready to give it up...

What do you hope to achieve when you write
Is is easier to explain the things you feel...

What do you get when you read
Is it easier to understand...

The grip of sadness
Is a strong one indeed...

This reality is bearing down
The crushing weight...