Midnight fight with isolation and endless desire,
Glued to impulsive now's that deepen a bottoms, bottom,
A struggle when your love is tainted with insecruity and doubt,
No hope when the people giving directions loose them selves to delusion and intoxication,
A day where your reality is ripped away and crushed beneath you,
Submitting to depression and suicidal thoughts sitting in a dark room only illuminated by the low glow of a laptop.
Attempting to claw and crawl up from a state of absolute self inflicted obliteration
Wasting away boxed in air tight, suffocating in self pity continuously,
I can't breath, I can't see. I'm boxed in.