OCD is worse than ever, hands are bleeding...

Maybe I should take the pills, don't

Know what's going on with me somedays

Actually I think I might be schizo-Phrenic, prolly not but even writing this is beginning to make me spiral, oh God

Made a promise to myself I wouldn't let the fear back in but then I did though

Told the world I was sick of running, then went back to running, what a joke...:)

Disappointed, yeah me too, I thought I finally had made a breakthrough...

Guess not

It's the same song and dance, you've all seen it before...

Darkness holds out his hand, then we walk to the floor....

Every decision made isn't mine anymore...

Like a puppet with strings, I just don't have a choice...

What's the truth? What's a lie?

Help me God, help me Lord

Face your fears, dry your eyes

Grandma died, what's the point?

Lost the keys, lost my hope, lost my will, lost my joy

Lost a friend, lost a home, lost my faith, lost my voice...

Asking God if He started this fire

Is this what you wanted?