until it's over i can feel me fall apart lines down on my arm - just art sketched them in my favourite shade dark red with my knifes‘ blade now i‘m going down again just like i always did back then once again i‘m feeling weak and tears are running down my cheek it is always just the same i don’t wanna play this game it’s a threat and it’s a risk and every time it goes like this: my legs are shaking, stomach aching, hope is breaking scars remaking and when i‘m at this point so low everything is getting slow but somehow at the same time fast how long will this even last? i can’t take this anymore so i just close my bedrooms’ door for an eternity now i've been tired from now my room's forever quiet