I'm spiraling down,
Further down,
Into a pit of depression and anger,
Killing me inside,
Taking the things I care about,
Making my life harder,
Cutting all ties with my former life,
Why do I want to feel dead inside?
It's a wall of pain and uncertainty,
Realizing when you've made the mistakes,
Knowing you're not worthy of anyone's kindness,
Or love,
And you stand there willing to throw it all away,
The pit of depression drags you down further,
The Scotch fills the pit,
Your thoughts become darker,
You're steps away from crying,
Dying inside,
