Back again
into the arms of depression...

Falling through the glass
Feels like knives carving into her naked flesh...

Holding on for dear life
The rope unravels...

Wondering when i should let go
if i have a chance in this world...

Too many lies
in so little time...

Nothing seems to make me worthwhile
and nothing can replace...

Rising from these ashes
without a cry of pain...

Fighting these strings
that bind her...

Crying out
To no one...

Staring into a broken mirror
I don't recognize the face I see there...

Waking up
and shaking from head to toe...

As night falls,
i am still up...