Slighting,slowly I Slight...
From the top to the bottom...
I try to hold on tight...
Scares the hell out of me who I become..
Regret the wrong choices I made...
Still I make them,again and again...
I make myself afraid..
Some day it will all end,but my only question is when?
Slowly I slight..
Cant speak...
Only write..
Feeling so weak...