You're going down Mja, en lite halvtaskig dikt. (: Ni får ursäkta stavfel om sådana existerar. So this situation is wicked and all I can say, is that it will come a day when it's alright again, And I don't know why I keep doing this to myself, I don't even know who the fuck I am anymore. I think I am asphyxiated, All the pills makes me toxicaded. Some kind of elation makes me addicted, I don't care if the mind is freakin' mixed.It's like I am falling slowly apart,no one to blame,my self-destruction is all my fault.So now I turn my hourglass up-side-down,and pray to a God I never had,that this is a new opportunity, a new chance.So I'm holding you closer than most,but you're letting me go,and I realize... it's just not worth fighting for."And if I didn't feel so insecure I might scream out for help."