It's another morning, I'm waking up with a dead voice as I spent all of last night on the floor of the washroom screaming
Because nothing would stop the tremors that controlled all of my fingers
And nothing would stop the racing of my heart
How abnormal my position is - living while I'm dying
I'm a mystery within myself, my mirror must've been blurred
I struggle to find a meaning to get out of bed in the morning
I wear a mask around my house but I'm not insecure
I get sick when in the presence of my reflection
But I lie to my friends and I tell them that I'm better
I tried to end my life 2 months ago, is everything so different?
My whole life is a lie, that fades just like its ending
I'm manic, I'm depressive, I'm unable to be reached
I'm here, I'm there, and everywhere in between
I'm exhausted with not knowing who the fuck I even am
But dying is not an end - for my family, I can't

I can't stop this numbness of emotions
That plagues my heart and gives me envy
Of all the normal beautiful people
In touch with each other
I can't feel like how I used to
Like my veins are of antifreeze
Nothing affects me how I wish I wanted it to
And every interaction is pointless and doomed
I don't know how much longer I can breathe through this vessel
As I hate every second I'm doomed at sea
Left behind by any forefather, the ones before me
I'm deep in this shit and I can't find my way out
I'm in a moribund state, dying before anything can be fixed
Reaching and clawing out for change, but nothing ever works...

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