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I really hate being alone because sometimes I get stuck in my head. I get lost in my mind. 'cause up there it's like a wicked maze with moving walls built out of my screaming and racing thoughts.
And I don't know if it's too quiet or too loud, if I feel a lot of emotions or nothing at all. Am I in pain or is everything just numb?
So I'm just falling down this downward spiral. And I want to scream. Want to ask for help. But every time I try and open my mouth no sound comes out. All I can do is reach out my hand, hoping you see it and catch me before I arrive at the end.
Down at the bottom, broken, shattered in pieces, dying inside. 'cause honestly I don't know if I can build myself all up again.