I'm stretching myself too thin To the point of non existence Im non existent
Where exhaustion eats at my hunger And the irony escapes me Because it's meaningless I'm not making changes Just making acknowledgment of their existence. Pointing out the need, Sky scraper, I'm loaded. Reflection found in a window. Paint a picture, stress levels. Accumulation I'm acclimated too, regret, I'm never content with my decisions. Spineless.
The summers over It's practically winter I'm still drowning myself