I will not go silently into the night, throw in the towel, give in my plight. I will endure my struggle, the one inside...
This sounds good but it’s not really true, because I'm alone in my head and I don’t know what to do. That elixir I drink is what I seek, a temporary light to shine at all that is bleak. Everything will be dimmer then, but I feel so weak.
I know where this road leads, and I know how I’ll feel - but like a guinea pig, I can’t stay off this wheel.
I’m going to slip. I have no defense. It’s already done, already past tense. Now I awaken again, alone in my room. I have no confidence, no comfort, just thoughts of impending doom.