My lungs fill with smoke, blood and words I keep but never speak.
And my eyes they drain at night with red lights when I finally get a second to see how broken I can be.
What if everyone realizes I'm not what they thought I was and they don't want to stay for what I become.
Another day I can't shake the expectations of everything I could be.
I'm living in my own perfectly sculpted hell that I created for myself.
I'm weak, too weak to fight this ache inside of me, and I know I should be.
But I'm so exhausted, why can't anyone see?
What if I can't find the energy, what if I can't lift myself up and what if no ones there that is capable of waking me up?
What do you do when you're stuck?
I don't know how to fix all this, it gets tangled in my head, one more bad decision trying to fix the last.
It seems I only know how to ruin myself.
When did I get lost in my own mind?
When did it get this bad?
