I have become everything I never really understood in other people.
I have become exactly the kind of person I used to try to save and change,
now I understand why I never could.
It isn't simple to put everything into place the ways I used to,
when the world inside your head is such a tangled mess.
Everything is black and grey,
white and lifeless, so monotonous.
It's like I've died inside and now everything is diminishing in front of my eyes, but I have no power or internal desire to fix it.
I'm an outsider to my own mind, I pushed myself away and now I can't reach her.
I can't dig into frozen ground, I can only slip and fall on the layer of ice,
I can't climb or break my own walls down.
And I recognize the people who try to get inside,
I see who I used to be in their eyes,
I know the pain they're feeling each time.
I wish they knew not to fight for someone whose already gave up their own life because eventually we all die,
and that only quickens the process.
You can't save someone from themselves,
you can't bring the dead back to life when they're already underground,
so don't sacrifice yourself.
Trust me, I'm the display of how it turns out.
Just take care of the life inside of who you are.
