My pupils are dilated but I couldn’t tell you why,
I just noticed in the mirror as I glimpsed, just walking by.
My mind is so deceiving, it can trigger me to heaving
When I conjure myself up an image, that I can not take.
A vision of myself that seems more likely than the things I tell,
Myself just to convince me there’s a reason still to wake.
Overcome me, eyes are blurry, can’t keep staring at these screens
But if there’s nothing else to fucking do, do you know what that means?
I’ve found myself a family, a life I can not tolerate-
And yet I have no choice to sit and suffer till I suffocate.