It started here, it will end here
but it is no perfect circle
just this round room around all your fears
and all the writing on the wall is hurtful...
In a place where suicide contemplates you
and you pretend you don't get the jokes
because there's no point looking amused
when happy words spoken aloud make you choke.

The snake curls around itself cuz it has no companion
wound up in a circle, no end or new beginning...
endless nights of endless nightmares and I feel abandoned
even with the volume off, the sound of despair is Deafening...
Running headfirst through my problems is too much a chore
makes my head grind unbearably with pain
but I'm just dropping ice cubes all along the floor
so I can step in water at the end of the day...

You can 'write off' your troubles
all you want
but your pen will eventually
run dry of ink.............