Shackle me before I go insane. before I do something stupid, before I bleed
I want to scream, but sounds only emanate from the confines of my mind
I want to hold it together but it’s boiling up inside me, ready to erupt
Everything I do, everything I say is for what?
Every time I try, every time I succeed it’s for what?
All I do is build up my own expectations and then spectacularly fail
I should learn not to build myself up too high, because it hurts more when I fall
I’m a fool
The feeling is back, the one that will always defeat me
I’m on my own, that’s evident
Here I am again, the point of no return
Nothing will change
I will always find myself back here