Grey in And here we go.

Every morning I break out of my anxiety
Every night I break in
I do not sleep
I only repair my depression, my paranoia, and perfect my defenses with hate
I hunger for the day that I am either entombed forever in my misery or effectively exiled out of my dreaded insecurities.

I sold my heartbeat to have my fortune told.
I should’ve never let the dreams go.
I let it all go, believing time will heal everything, and the rain will stop, everything will be alright.
Everything is not alright, has not been alright for a long time.