With a mind so big, I overthink alot,
I can never feel like I deserve the achievements I got.
Above depression, I used to float,
But recently I found holes within my boat.
Lived by certain standards, the building blocks of my character,
But my experiences in life has truly caused me to wonder.

What is my reason? Should I even exist?
Everyday I'm wandering in this eternal abyss.

I went for a drive, guess it was ideal
I looked so alive but my life I just can't feel.
Dwelling in this lonesome slumber,
988, I might need to dial this number.
I truly don't know how to feel,
I tell myself I'm emotionally unavailable but is that even real?

What is my reason? Should I even exist?
Everyday I'm wandering in this eternal abyss.

When will it end?
When did it start?
Is it all in my head?
Do I still have a heart?
I was good for a while, enjoying the enjoyments,
But I'm slowly drifting, back over the line,
Where I fear I won't have the strength to return this time.

~Tremar Ivey~