I can’t believe I relapsed
Meaning what I had collapsed
And perhaps maybe I should try again


It’s hard letting go of the past half year of depression
Cause each day I gained more and more obsession
Like each day was a new form of poison I was overly excited to drown myself in
I know that sounds stupid, but, this is what I thought

“Wake up and I already see it’s another day to fret
Go on, move along, I wonder what’s gonna be the next threat?
I hate the distance of being alone
Like everything that’s gonna happen is too much to condone
I wanna ask you to hold my hand so you could be my ‘right hand man’
But I don’t trust you so piss off

I try to lie in bed and sleep because of this overgrowing anxiety that makes me go shaking
Unlike before I now know my ground is shook
As if it’s a song on loop with it’s notoriety making me overly waking and waiting
As if my world was taken over by Medusa’s stone of stress
With another overlapping and gaping loop ‘Shut the fuck up, man. Repress it. Repress it.’
As if the wildfire isn’t getting more and more lit
An endless supply of gas
The oxygen I breathe sets it up
And shit. That was a match

I fumbled the bag
Maybe I should go to rehab
My heavy breathing is getting louder then my dropping heartbeat
Out of rhythm, and damn. I’m out of time

I’ll say ‘shit!’ as the blade swiftly glides across my face like I...