If someone is calling out for help in the middle of the forest and no one else is around, do they make a sound?
What if you're not crying loud but inside you're breaking down?
Are you making a sound?
Are you reaching out?
Are you doing enough?
When you're falling behind
Subconscious curled up and ready to die
You still end up asking yourself
"Are you doing enough?"
Keep it coming
Pile it up
Fill me with distractions
Till it runs out the cup
Pull me apart to stuff me with non
Sensical activities to move me along
Make plans
Cancel
Have ideas
Stifle
Find passion
Lose it
Become a victim of the circumstance
Full time jobs aren't for everyone when you can't get out of bed
Channel all your energy
Become someone else instead
Be disappointed by your reflection
And disappointed in the end
Pick apart your minor flaws
Make them major
Tell yourself it'll get better with time
Ignore all signs and wisdom for recovery
Make plans
Then cancel
Have ideas
To stifle
Find passion
And lose it
Become a victim of the circumstance
Who will you be each morning?
Never the same face but always the same mind
Always the same forest fire but never the same time
Who will you become?
Who will I be when I die my untimely death?
Will I know them as myself?
Or will I just see someone else the morning of my suicide?
Who will stare back at me the moments before I die?
Who knows?
Maybe that's just life
Maybe that's just life
Maybe that's just life
Maybe that's just life
Becoming someone you no longer recognize