I spent the end of last October crying on your shoulder. 
I'll just never win. 
We're going through this, 
I'm not even there. I'm never there. 
My mind, it could use a little peace and quiet. 
My soul wouldn't mind a warm place to hide. 
My ears are red and sore from always standing in the 
snow. 
My lungs need air. I spent it on all the "thanks yous" 
and "goodbyes." 
I'm scared. I'm helpless. I'm shaking. I'm weak. 
My bones, I feel them breaking. 
I'm tired of losing against me. 
I'm lost. I can't win. 
My tongue is bleeding red from all the things I can't 
say. 
My hands are clawing at the dirt to dig up anything. 
I can't say I didn't wish for this before. 
I'm ashamed. I don't deserve to be here anymore. 
I'm scared. I'm helpless. I'm shaking. I'm weak. 
My bones, I feel them breaking. 
I'm tired of losing against me. 
I'm lost. I can't win.