I just want to go to sleep and in the morning, everything will be ok. Or maybe I’ll go to sleep and then wake up on a better day?
Why do I want to be away, well there’s nothing else to say. Other than my head is broken and my heart is ashen grey!
You’d think I’d feel good considering I just had a birthday? Except, I don’t want to do this any more, I don’t want to play.
My body’s full of doubt, disorder, and dismay! I might as well be a statue but my shell is broken clay.
Something created a monster when the disease entered me. And now I sit here desperatly melancholy.
A constant reminder of the sadness I’ve become. A constant reminder that the demons have me numb.