«But you can only feel your own pain.»
U2

I prefer the shards of glass,
splinters like rain,
than trying to hold
the ceiling over my head.

It’s crushing me,
I can’t do it anymore.
I quit, I accept my defeat.

I’m sick of this kind of l…
life, love, lies,
and of trying to hold it
with a smile.

I fucking resign,
I’m gonna go dark.