I walk the line between fine and a mess of anxiety and stress I wish I still lived in the mind I had when I was younger. Haven't felt right in weeks, never at ease in a constant state of fear. It's getting to me more everyday.
Disillusioned with everything.
Constant uncertainty and feeling like a burden are becoming second nature to me. And as I walk these same halls, desperation casts its shadow on every wall.
It's hard to get a grip when all I do is feel sick, Stripped of my confidence and filled with doubt. I can't provide anything for anyone anymore. I'm tired of feeling numb.
Constant uncertainty and feeling like a burden are becoming second nature to me. And as I walk these same halls, desperation casts its shadow on every wall.
Take everything from me, break me til you make me see the person I've always been (Am I just killing time before time kills me?)