As the days go by I don’t know if I am getting any better
The way it uses my body, it’s like being wrapped in a sweater
It’s stuck inside my head like a disease I can’t treat
Filtering the positive, all that’s left is defeat
I want there to be something good at the end of this
But I’m stuck in a box where I can barely see a foot in front of me
The darkness engulfs my clarity, makes me see things I hope will never be
I ask myself, is this the obvious I know I can’t shield myself from seeing?
Or is this a delusion my mind makes because I’m afraid of believing?