they say you'll always have your memories,
but mine have already faded.

and it's all i can do not to fall apart,
because if i do i won't be able to pick up the pieces.

i can't feel much anymore,
nothing seems to break through this emptiness.

it's all i can do not to be swallowed by it;
i should be terrified.

but i'm tired,
and i feel so lackluster.

everything's so fuckin' frivolous --
so why can't i be part of it?

i'm torn,
and everything's breaking.

caught between the easy and the easier,
i'm simply stuck.

i can't move, i'm treading through no water;
the air isn't thick enough here.

i can't breathe, and it hurts
and i don't know if i can bear it.

i can't cry,
too afraid a void will devour me.

i'm changing,
everything familiar is leaving me.

i don't recognize the face in the mirror anymore;
it's torturing.

no one can save me --
there's nothing left to save anymore.