How many times have you closed your eyes and listened to the rain beating on your window?

 Fell into a deep sleep and never wanted to wake up to reality, with a blank expression on every face

 My angst ripped through the pages where I fell asleep with a half empty pen by my side

 Insecurities are hidden with the comforting words "I love you" meaningless as the next "fuck you"

 A broken staircase never seemed so inviting, wherever I'm going I know I'm going down

 It's still raining out, and the drains are almost full

 It's a reminder of all those times I wish we stayed behind locked doors

 Dead space is eating me alive from the inside out, leaving a gut sinking feeling

 Will I ever make this on my own?