Collection 1.3

I'm tired... So maybe I'll go to sleep. Except my dreams turn to nightmares And I wake up to a life that isn't Any. Better. Competing for someone's love, It becomes exhausting So maybe I'll stop... And just sit here in the rain, That happens to be my tears that I drown in Every. Single. Night. Battling my own subconscious, It becomes aimless... I lose every time and I inject myself, With a venom that spills from my thoughts. Every. Single. Minute. Fighting to stay put together, Maybe I'll take a small break... And let just a bit of me unravel, I know I'll come crashing down like always Every. Single. Year. How fragile that I've become is frightening. I've broken time after time, And it's inevitable I suppose that one day, I won't be able to... Put. Myself. Back. Together.