In the distant space, my thoughts fleeting
outside the dark sky is empty and the wind blowing
Run my fingers through my weekly scars
My existence here is invisible maybe, I'll go to Mars

My thoughts swirl like a hazy smoke in my mind
I can't seem to calm them, lately they have been unkind
I want to write them out but, my heads spinning
The darkness Comes to welcome me, it's too overwhelming

Constantly trying to fight my anxiety I can't control it
No one...