Without motivation

Without drive

Without purpose

.

Burrowed inside the fabric

A voice echoing inside my head

Begging me to end it all

Decades of torture

Trying to make it stop

The whisper on repeat

The longer I ignore it

The less I become

.

The further I make it

Walking backwards

From my self

The closer I get

.

Fighting with a voice of reason

begging for my life

.

Holding onto nothing

Consumed with regrets

Ignoring the voices

That beg for my death

.

Losing grip

Im changing shape

Buried

I hate myself

And every choice I make

I dont recognize my self anymore

.

I dont know who I am

Im not...