I feel like I haven't slept in days.
I'm killing myself, in so many ways.
I thought the struggle was over, thought it was through.
But again, here I sit, not knowing what I should do.
So I stand here alone, isolated.
Feeling so helpless, and simply outdated.

I don't think this can be solved by therapy.
It's an endless fight, me vs. me.
And due to the fact that I'm so oblivious,
There are immense details that I seem to miss.
Forgive and forget, not even a possibility...
Especially when the person I'm trying to forgive, is me.

This revolving depression, to which I am prone,
Brings the days into picture in a monotone.
Breathless, thoughtless, drowning once again...
I seem to be sprinting toward the deathly end.
I think I should just just leave, yet I don't think I can.
And these scars on my wrists are constant reminders of who I really am.