Time passes me by whilst watching helplessly, as my vices leave no piece of me.
This time I feel it, I won't succumb to insanity.
Too bad even I don't believe me.
Its repetitive, a viscous cycle and at times like this I wonder why I ever try telling myself there's hope for me.
When tears make it impossible for me to see what's in front of me, I wonder why I only ever seem to make your life harder.
What is it that I did this time?
I stopped caring a long time ago didn't I?
I hope you know life isn't as easy as it seems and that even if I wish I had been, resilience didn't associate with me.