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Oou. Who is this looking back at me. I guess this is the new me

So much strain. Sick of the pain. Sick of the numb ness I hate what I've become.

I hate what I see so I try to avoid having to look at myself in these damn mirrors. I can't believe I let my strength slip away. I can't stand these feelings of nothing emptiness I'm a stranger to myself how the hell did it get this far.

Strangers eyes are looking at me hate what's seen. Wait that's me. I want to just slide a knife deep inside my veins. This heart it just aches so sick of this person that I see

I never thought I would fall this far. I've been pushed stomped and held down all my life but it never stopped me yet here I am drowning gave up on getting to the surface what a shame

Lost the meaning to life they took my mind heart and soul now I'm just breathing body just here floating wich ever way the wind blows