You reach for me as I am slipping further into this abyss I call my pain.
I feel there is no longer anything for me to gain.
Separating myself from those who love me and those who claim they do.
But this is consequently something I always knew.
I am no longer reaching out. Grasping outstretched hands.
As hard as I have tried – no one understands.
Seems as though the ones I grasp for were mere illusions.
Something I imagined – some psychotic delusions.
Must have been my diseased mind playing tricks on me once more.
But that's my fault for believing it would be different then before.
My mind closes down and I fall away.
Will you even notice if I was missing for a day?
I close off. Pull in. Withdraw into myself for good.
Maybe this small glimpse of me will be understood
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