so sick

I lie to myself, keep telling myself I'm ok

My pride keeps getting shattered

My main goal is out of reach now more than ever

My only regret will always remain a regret

Feel like I'm standing on layers of broken glass waiting to shatter

Everthing seems to be falling apart, even the rubble is collapsing on itself

My lies have tangled up so much that I'm finding it hard to distinguish what's real anymore

I'm just afraid that I've passed the point of no return, I hope not anyway

Forget it.

I'm ok.

"At least I still have you, or is that another lie I tell myself?"