i felt this coming, what goes up must come down.. 'i thought i could escape, but then i finally felt the weight of my crimes' i'm back in that hole, somewhere i never wanted to find myself again, €and the worst part is i dont know why. but i'm alone, no one wants to know you when you're down. so everything i've built... i'm waiting for it to crash around me. 'all your friends seem like enemies, when youre broken down and empty' it feels like the only relief is suicide, but im too tired for that, if i could just sleep until this all blows over, then maybe id have some hope. but i dont know what to do, but isolate, no one understands so why burden them with my prescence? im never going to be able to control this, but where the fuck did it all begin? how did i lose myself? my self control? when did i become so unhappy? and will it ever stop? will there ever come a day when the world doesnt feel so heavy, like its me against the world. my heart is racing, i feel weak and tired, yet my mind wont stop racing with thoughts i can barely process into sentances. people that bought me happiness only bring me misery now, i just want nothing more than to make them feel the pain i feel.