not much to see

I'm tearing apart at the seams

Still trying to mend these holes in my jeans

Leaving my skin to stain as I bleed

Give up, disintegrate, secede.

Toss and turn in this concrete bed

And in the morning I'll try again

Pray for something to ease my dread

End up with trembling limbs instead and this feels endless

As if there's not a solace in the world that can mend this

Everything will repeat in the end,

it's not a matter of "if" it's "when" this

It's happened before, it'll happen again

It comes in waves and I'm pulled below

It's not subjective, it's clinical

Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals

And the cycle comes full circle again

So back to the needle and the thread

I've had enough of this blood I've bled

I want to breathe life in my lungs again

Clear the fog that fucks my head

Without a struggle, there can't be progress

(Even though the weight is crushing me) Without a

struggle, there can't be progress (Aim to kill, fight defeat)

Until it comes around again

It comes in waves and I'm pulled below

It's not subjective, it's clinical

Drown myself in the undertow of all my imbalanced chemicals

And the cycle comes full circle again

Cause I've had days that I swore would be my last

And spent months walking on this broken glass

Just to tip toe towards the thought that maybe someday I'd get back

to who I used to be,

the one I used to see in the mirror, instead of this misery

And to rid myself of the cloud that would

rain down and cause me to slip back into my apathy

But I know eventually

I'm gonna come around and maybe it won't be easy,

but it will be worth it, and the results will be profound

Because instead of feeling cornered,

the corners of my mouth will start to