In my chest
Am I really
doing
My best?
Crushing
under the weight
Of my
thoughts
It’s been
over 24 hours,
Once again I
got lost.
It will
never heal, too much
Time has
passed.
I’m running
away,
But the
reaper is too fast.
My fingers
are red,
Whose blood
is this?
The pain is
pulling me
Deep into
the abyss.
I finished
the whole bottle, but
It didn’t
get better.
I lost my voice,
but it
Doesn’t even
matter
Anymore.