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I wash myself in a cold shower,

Counting down the seconds, the minutes, the hours..

And death is growing in my heart, like flowers.

I've tried to breathe new life, but I've no power.

I stare at the ceiling,

I scream at the wall.

I'm not sure what I'm feeling,

I'm not sure that I feel at all.

I feel like my heart's beating slower,

Like it cannot bear to live in my chest.

My soul is leaking out of skin I keep pristine,

That's the price I pay for trynna be the best.

I'm losing myself,

I'm rotting away,

I lose faith in everything,

More and more each passing day.