Look me in the eye. Tell me I'm alright. Feed me pills. Kill all that's left inside. Keep telling me lies. Put your mind to rest. Tomorrow will be fine. Look me in the eye. Growing weaker. I wear apathy on the outside. Growing demons. It's darker, more sinister, inside my head. Going nowhere. I've spent my fucking life wishing all the good I've done could break every bone of every skeleton in every closet of my home.