Gravity pulls you down to reality
You hate every second, you want to leave
Surely in other lands the pains will recede
Escape for ten minutes, but the ghosts are still there.
Haunting you with tears, fears, and memories
Knowing that at any minute, you might crack
Insanity is what keeps you sane
Forgetting everything in the rush of things
But once you have the chance, the hell comes back
Sucks you in like a blackhole
Seemingly unable to escape
And every night, you tire yourself so you don't need to think
But the thoughts come at other times anyway
Numbing your self, desensitization surely would work
But it's still there and the only decent solution might take years upon years