At what point do you stop pretending? Stop playing?
At what point do you free yourself from the monotonous misery you've trapped yourself in?
At what point do you say "enough"?
When do you let yourself let it go?
It's hard to sleep because it's hard to let go of the feeling that the feeling will never go away.
Of hopeless emptiness.
God Save me.
I cannot save myself.
And I fear, that I'll believe it.
And then no one can.
At what point, ..is it too late..to escape?
[Don't keep me here forever]