selfish

My pain is my punishment.
My mind is my jail.
I'm chained to my doubt.
Always to scared to fail.
I'm held down by my fear
And strangled by my ties.
I choke on my own truth
And get caught in all my own lies.
I made this hell.
My life is my demise.

How are they gonna just kill him.. Now they're burying him. Why am I helping? I just kept helping. Why am I helping? Wait, what about her? I saw another being buried next to me. She's still alive... I just kneeled next to the grave as they kept burying her, piling dirt over her squirming body. I wanted to save her, but I just stayed frozen watching..
I rolled over only to feel the warmth of the sun on my eyes. I was on my bed. Why are all my dreams so fucked up now?