Why do I feel like I’m bleeding out,
When all I did was open my mouth?
Why do I feel like I’m wasting away,
When the pain feels more real day after day?
All too well, my feet know the texture of the floor,
And all too well, my stomach knows the sinking come from walking out the door.
I do what they say, taking just one step at a time,
But it feels like I’m going nowhere and losing my mind.
I don’t know anymore why this is the way I’m wired.
I don’t know anymore if I’m sick or just so damn tired.
I wish I could believe in some Deus ex machina,
But a night will come when the light won’t dawn,
And you know by morning you’ll be gone.