A lot of me is lost.

Battling to replace these terrifying thoughts.

Caving into my fear, trapped here.

Was peace ever near? Will it reappear?

Oh dear, I don’t know if we know why we’re here

Oh my, too deep, please stop thinking

I know how dire it is to remain breathing,

But it feels as if my peace lays with me ending.

Im broken with addictive tendencies

Tripping on hallucinogens, now your suffering.

Oh dear, I don’t know if we know why we’re here

Oh my, too deep, please stop thinking

A lot of me is lost.

This tribulation traps me in a box;

Feelings unspoken next to these empty matchboxes.

That burning sensation turns to numbness.

Oh dear, I don’t know if we know why we’re here

Oh my, too deep, please stop thinking