I am after all this time
again bleeding on the floor.
Life broke me down so easily,
and I can’t take it anymore.
It all seems so unpredictable,
and I’m bitter of the loneliness.
Maybe that’s a normal reaction
when you get so sick of this.
Now the sky seems so grey,
all my thoughts go black.
There’s nothing left to fight for.
And now, there’s no turning back
