Shackle me before I go insane. before I do something stupid, before I bleed

I want to scream, but sounds only emanate from the confines of my mind

I want to hold it together but it’s boiling up inside me, ready to erupt

Everything I do, everything I say is for what?

Every time I try, every time I succeed it’s for what?

All I do is build up my own expectations and then spectacularly fail

I should learn not to build myself up too high, because it hurts more when I fall

I’m a fool

The feeling is back, the one that will always defeat me

I’m on my own, that’s evident

Here I am again, the point of no return

Nothing will change

I will always find myself back here