Am I really in a spiral, though
When I’m already down
Deeper than the bedrock
Under my hometown
And I don’t know how
Some people survive
Without having to
Cross that big, red line
Whenever life is stressful,
I simply pull out my hair
My skin is peeled off already
Nails not covering my fingers,
Just my eyes, my lashes I
Swallowed
And really I wonder, how can one call this a life?