Speak Up

Alone and afraid, darkest of my days, evil thoughts take hold, break me down and steal my soul, not the only one but it seems she's my only friend, a friend that's helping me, helping me skip to the end, she said I'm not worth it. I feel weakened. I lay myself down after the time we share, only hoping that after three days she lets me breath clean air, false reality shaking about, twisting my thoughts, making me shout, I see the time that I had taken, I see that I stole from myself, the debt to pay is large indeed, soul no longer free, not what I used to be, now she's my enemy.