Head filled with plenty of sorrow.
Feels as though I’ve been sucked of my marrow.
Brittle state that refuses to cease.
Tore me down until I became obsolete.
In a vat of my wretched demise.
I watched this reaper with those soulless eyes.
Cut down.
Torn up.
Cast out.
Fucked until you can’t see a future.
These moments of a governing state.
Wrapped around me until all I could taste was hate.
Shrivelled identity stared back in each mirror.
Lost myself because I felt like a failure.
Chewing glass as though redemption would come.
But all I got was another sickness to impair.
And so I fell into this shit.
Wallowed in it until I regretted every minute.
Strung out.
Used up.
Run through.
Like you I was destroyed too.
But that doesn’t have to be our ending.
Face your demons and you’ll see.
Strongest you is inside waiting to be free.
For this is a journey that’s worth the outcome.
Don’t count yourself out while you’re still breathing.
Aim true and you shall realise.
Mending state will come like a sunrise.
To burn away all ill that has besieged you.
Drink in your hope and you shall get through.
No count for being down and out.
Time is now to rebel against your doubt.
Strength is greater than you realise.
It’s time to rise!
Fight the feeling.
Stop your bleeding.
Sow up your wounds.
Destiny is not entombed.
