I’m running from the same thing I was a year ago
The same song is playing, I’m in the same place.
It could be worse, I try to tell my face,
But sometimes the same is worse than worse pain.
I’m still in the dark, and still slowly drowning.
I’m still clinging to a vast hopeful of nothing
I’m loving the rain and the cold and the snow
‘Cause sometimes cold thinks there’s something it knows.
The train tracks and chemicals, pills, ropes, and cliffs,
They mock me with every step that I take.
They tell me I’m too weak, or too small, or too low.
They show me how easy it would be to go.
I try to cry out but instead I make do,
Because they can’t hear me- or maybe they do.
I must be invisible, long gone, or dead,
Maybe I ceased and there’s a ghost in my stead.
I asked You to break me
But didn’t know what it meant
Now I know what it means
And now I am spent.
