Falling apart and getting close to rock bottom.
It’s like I’m a derailing train,
And I am coming apart at the seams
I hear things that people don’t say
And I am constantly seeing things
The thread of sanity continues to unravel
One tiny piece at a time
Shredding any spark of hope
Taking all that is mine
Some rest would be welcomed,
For I have been sleeping less and less
I try to hide everything,
But I still fall short when I try my best
I close my eyes and try to stay calm
Thinking when I open them again things will have changed
Once again they haven’t
No, they never do
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