When the low starts to sink, mind's blank,
despite the emotions no longer in your control.
Guess your mum's right, that you're never the opposite of sad,
but you already know that. You have always known that.
You try and try. Each night's the same again.
Everything's clear when you get through, you make yourself believe.
Deeper than suicidal thoughts and the sadness you have no reasons to,
it's nothing. It's nothing. It's never anything.
Just like you.
I get it that nobody does.
I get why things come to pass.
I get that I'll never be who I was.
That I'll never be how I want.