Insanity is the only thing that keeps me sane.
Yesterday’s too near, and tomorrow is too far.
Every morning always starts with two failure. One, I woke up. Second, I woke up alone.
I’m just a pathetic and heartbroken person who’s left with nothing and no one. There’s no point any more, and hasn’t been in years.
Lonely, miserable, useless.
I am just a broken shadow of the man I once was.
I am a remote controlled disaster. You have the power to either build me up, or destroy me once again.
And because being lonely drains every fragment of life-force I ever had.
"From one insanity to another, will this ever end?" - I whisper in the dark.
I’m just another pathetic person that is lost because of my shattered heart and empty bed.