It feels like a part of me died
Flickering between alive and nothingness,
And maybe I just shouldn't have tried.

Because the past is chasing me
And the future isn't within my grasp,
Flailing around like a child, helplessly
Despair, between every last gasp.

Resentment is filling up my vision,
And even the voices in my head turn timid.
Under shame and regret,
I'm reaching my final limit.

Bathing in morning blue,