The secrets I keep cut me open,
Grabbing my hair until it hurts me.
They suffocated me,
And then I am nothing but a shell.

Becoming just a parasite
Of my own demons,
Living for what I've done,
And dying for what I am not.

I'm digging my grave,
No favors for me, I know.
'Cause I can hide from myself,
Not even lie, just being supressed.

I made a mistake at sneaking over,
When I was suppose to be brave.
Now, I have not a north star to keep me safe,
Just darkness and loneliness.