• Here you go again,
    spiraling to your fall.
    Or life has you pinned,
    up against a wall.

    You cant believe in change,
    you swear the end will come.
    You feel so naive,
    incredibly dumb.

    So you wallow in your pain,
    cry until you run dry,
    oh so fragile and feeble,
    you only want to die.

    Because the pain would disappear,
    and would feel not at all.
    Laying in your coffin,
    a perfect porcelain doll.